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, but something's going Though the motions I've been going through have failed And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall At a hundred miles an hour But I said Two more weeks, my foot is in the door I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare Pete and I attack the lost history With promise and precision A mess of youthful innocence And I read about the afterlife But I've never really lived more than an hour When I said Two more weeks, my foot is in the door I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare Saturday Where these open doors will open and dare I read about the afterlife But I've never really lived I read about the afterlife But I've never really lived Two more weeks, my foot is in the door 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