作曲：Composer Unknown

I good to go

And I going nowwhere fast

Could be worse could be

Taking you there with me

I good to go

But it looks like

I still on my own

I good to go for something golden

Though the motions I been going through

have failed

And I coasting on potential towards a wall

At a 100 miles an hour

When I say

Two more weeks

My foot is in the door

I can sleep

In the wake of 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

When I say

Two more weeks

My foot is in the door

I can sleep

In the wake of 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