well, I think it’s come time, maybe, to lock up
take a look around and do some stock up
turn off my neon sign and maybe sweep the floor
give the counter a quick shine, count the cash drawer
there’s a rain outside that’s cold and blowin’
but some slim chance of you still showin’
with a parking lot serpentine and that slick nineties Ford
steppin’ in for beer or wine or maybe a little more
‘cause baby, I’m always open
I’m always foolishly hoping
that you’re still on the road
and maybe you’ll drive through
yeah, I’m always open
cigarettes or a coke, man
maybe a dozen red roses
or just an hour to lose
if you’re burnin’ hot red
or you’re broken-hearted blue
whether it’s me that’s in your head
or someone you once knew
I know that you don’t love me
but go on say you do
‘cause I’m always open
I’m always foolishly hoping
I’m always open for you
well, it’s just a small world, in another small town
maybe a smarter girl than me wouldn’t have stuck ‘round
and I don’t need to be reminded
what some men are lookin’ for
but I guess I didn’t find the time
to open a better store
and there’s a rain outside that’s cold and blowin’
and a thousand trucks that come a nd go and
if you ain’t runnin’ far behind, baby,
you can wash ashore
I know you’re not the stayin’ kind
just a bell upon my door
‘cause baby, I’m always open
I’m always foolishly hopin’
that you’re still on the road
and maybe you’ll drive through
yeah, I’m always open
cigarettes or a coke, man
maybe a dozen red roses
or just an hour to lose
if you’re burnin’ hot red
or you’re broken-hearted blue
whether it’s me that’s in your head
or someone you once knew
and I know that you don’t love me
but, baby, please tell me you do
‘cause I’m always open
I’m always foolishly hoping
I’m always open for you