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The corner store is open
A radio plays low
Someone stacks the oranges
In one bright little row
A bicycle is waiting
Against the faded wall
The afternoon feels easy
Like it has no plans at all
I hear a song I almost know
And let it pull me down the road
Corner store radio
Play it one more time
A little sound of summer
In the middle of my mind
Corner store radio
Don't tell me where to go
Just keep the window open
And play it soft and low
A child is drawing circles
In chalk beside the door
A neighbor waves from upstairs
Like every day before
The traffic at the crossing
Keeps a gentle kind of time
And every ordinary thing
Falls neatly into rhyme
I hear a song I almost know
And let it pull me down the road
Corner store radio
Play it one more time
A little sound of summer
In the middle of my mind
Corner store radio
Don't tell me where to go
Just keep the window open
And play it soft and low
Maybe joy is smaller
Than the plans we used to make
Maybe it is waiting
In the moments that we take
One open door
One familiar street
One song moving under my feet
Corner store radio
Play it one more time
A little sound of summer
In the middle of my mind
Corner store radio
Don't tell me where to go
Just keep the window open
And play it soft and low
