Empty Shelves in a Hollow Store

[Verse] In a Rite Aid down on Main Street, An employee with time to spare, Corporate folks don’t lend an ear, Frustration’s thick in the air. [Verse 2] Customers grumble as they leave, Disappointment in their eyes, They won't be coming back again, Truth behind their soft goodbyes. [Chorus] Empty shelves and hollow aisles, Everyone is asking why, "We're not closing," they assure, But it feels like a lie. [Verse 3] Lonely worker roams the store, No direction, nothing new, Promises from suits up high, Yet there's nothing left to do. [Verse 4] Whispers of a grand decline, Spread through town like wildfire's breath, The hearts of loyal patrons, Feel the chill of creeping death. [Chorus] Empty shelves and hollow aisles, No one's asking why, "We're not closing," they assure, But it feels like a lie.