Saturday

I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast.
It could be worse I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go...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 hundred miles an hour.

When I said...

Two more weeks, my foot is in the door.
I can't 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 attack the lost Astoria with promise and precision and a messed up youthful innocence.
I read about the afterlife, but I 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, 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