I've been mounted on this peak
Thirty winters, never weak
Drivers pass with heated seats
I watch the snow bury streets
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Wheels turn below on winding roads
Heavy loads and lighter loads
But up here the air stays still
My barrel bends the mountain's will
Brass barrel drinks the pale sunrise
Ancient stones glow beneath ice
Mountain hides what time designed
My glass eye sees the buried shrine
Brass gets cold but holds its true
Temple stones wait under blue
Fare signs flicker, meters click
I see deep where ice grows thick
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Engines cough in frosty dawn
Headlights cut the white lawn
But my sight cuts deeper down
Where king's chambers wear a crown
Brass barrel drinks the pale sunrise
Ancient stones glow beneath ice
Mountain hides what time designed
My glass eye sees the buried shrine
Copper skin shows green and gray
Earned each stripe from every day
Passengers don't know my name
But I read the mountain's claim
Brass barrel drinks the pale sunrise
Ancient stones glow beneath ice
Mountain hides what time designed
My glass eye sees the buried shrine
Night shift ends when sun climbs high
Temple stones catch morning eye
Snow melts slow on ancient roof
My brass throat speaks weatherproof
Brass barrel drinks the pale sunrise
Ancient stones glow beneath ice
Mountain hides what time designed
My glass eye sees the buried shrine
Last fare paid in golden light
Stones glow soft through winter white
Route completes where gods once walked
My lens holds what time has stalked
Brass barrel drinks the pale sunrise
Ancient stones glow beneath ice
Mountain hides what time designed
My glass eye sees the buried shrine
Meter off, but watch remains
Temple breathes beneath the plains