Saturday歌词

"Saturday"
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 a 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