Snow piles high on the pine ridge line
Water stays black past the dinner time
A figure crouches where the shore drops steep
Counting heartbeats while the town's asleep
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Steam rises slow from the thermal vent
Old hymns humming where the deep stones went
He presses an ear to the frozen crust
Hears the organ play in the dust
Stone sings soft beneath the mountain snow
A choir trapped where the sunlight won't go
He's the only customer at this late show
Drinking the music nobody knows
Grill's turned cold but the coffee's hot
He stirs the steam in a lonely spot
The water don't ripple when the wind blows hard
It holds the shape of a buried yard
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Vibrations travel up the soles of his boots
Ancient pipes playing forbidden flutes
No ticket punched for this midnight seat
Just the rhythm of a holy beat
Stone sings soft beneath the mountain snow
A choir trapped where the sunlight won't go
He's the only customer at this late show
Drinking the music nobody knows
Saxophone coughs from the lodge down low
But up here only the deep notes flow
He pulls a thermos, takes a long slow pull
Watches the surface stay dark and full
Dawn cracks the sky with a butcher's knife
The music cuts like a saved-up life
He stands up stiff, drops a coin in the sand
Best damn tip for the underground band
Stone sings soft beneath the mountain snow
A choir trapped where the sunlight won't go
He's the only customer at this late show
Drinking the music nobody knows
Tracks lead back to the diner door
Flipping eggs on the checkered floor
Regulars ask where the night shift went
He smiles and pours what the temple sent
Stone sings soft beneath the mountain snow
A choir trapped where the sunlight won't go
He's the only customer at this late show
Drinking the music nobody knows
Stone sings soft beneath the mountain snow
Coffee's black and the water's deep
Stone sings soft while the world's asleep
