Sorry: Weвђ™re Open

The scanner beeps a rhythmic chime,A digital pulse in a graveyard space.We sell the illusion of stopped-clock time,But the fluorescent light lines every face.

(Gasping)Thank god. I thought I was going to freeze to death out there. My car spun out two miles back. Are you serving? Todd doesn't move. He slowly shifts his eyes to Gary. TODD (Sighs heavily)Yeah. We are. Unfortunately. Sorry We’re Open

Come in, come in, the door groans wide,Buy what you need to forget the sun.There is no shelter, nowhere to hide,The shift has only just begun. The scanner beeps a rhythmic chime,A digital pulse