I'm good to go And I'm going nowhere fast Could be worse, I 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 world At a hundred miles an hour But I say Two more weeks My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare Saturday, yeah Where these open doors will open and dare Pete and I attack the lost historia with promise and precision In a mess of youthful innocence And I read about the afterlife But I never really lived more than an hour More than an hour But I say Two more weeks My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare Saturday, yeah Where these open doors will open and dare 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 Where these open doors will open and dare Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare Saturday Saturday