|Lyrics:||I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast. |
It could be worse I could be taking you there with
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.
I'm coasting on
potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.
When I say...
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.
Pete and I said attacked Astoria with promise and precision and mess
of youthful innocence.
I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived more than an hour.