I'm good to go    And I'm going nowhere fast    It could be worse    It could be taking you there with me    I'm good to go    But it looks like I'm still on my own       I'm good to go    For something golden    Though the motions I've been going through have failed    And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall    At a 100 miles an hour       When I say    Two more weeks    My foot is in the door (yeah)    I can't sleep    In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)    Saturday    When these open doors were open-ended    Saturday    When these open doors were open-ended       Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria   with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence   And I read about the afterlife   But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)      When I say    Two more weeks    My foot is in the door (yeah)    I can't sleep    In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)    Saturday    When these open doors were open-ended    Saturday    When these open doors were open-ended       And I read about the afterlife    But I never really lived    And I read about the afterlife    But I never really lived       Two more weeks    My foot is in the door    Me and Pete    In the wake of Saturday    Saturday    When these open doors were open-ended    Saturday    When these open doors were open-ended    Saturday    Saturday