I'm good to go
  And I'm going nowhere fast
  It could be worse
  It could be talking 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 closing 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
  And lost the story
  Oh we promised them decisions
  The mass 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
    Thanks to Meryl Fulinara (BaByPuNkEr4o8@yahoo.com) for these lyrics