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The merge from the turnpike was murder, but its never a
It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an
They squeezed and the and they glared
Half them impaired by rage or exhaustion
The were just touchy as hell

Somewhere near Paterson everything to a crawl
The all-news station was thanking someone for the
Its a van St. Agness choir
Theres a nun out there changing a
By the time they got by her, tempers out of control

So they all hit the gas in a for position
Bobing and weaving and flashing highbeams
Fliping the and screaming obscenities
A hoard hell-bent on Saturday

And so they west-bound and into the sun
Law and decorum constraining a one
By then it was
Not one even vaguely
they had come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap

But how had it They had all missed their exits
How had it happened? Was it some kind of
And in they all went, to bumper
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In all went, like sheep to the slaughter
Bankers and carpenters, doctors and
And in they all went, in minivans
Ashcroft republicans, militiamen
They followed the river, and rounded the
Between minsi and tammany and their destiny
Lying in ambush right before them
The angry old sun right on the

Sister tightened the bolts of the spare
She said a quick prayer and put the old van gear
Thank God the traffic was light
If she hurried she not be late
For that performance at the state penetentiary

She entered the common and their was her choir
Altos and baritones, and tenors
Car thieves and dealers, mobsters and murderers
Husbands and sons, and brothers
And so it began in harmony
Softly and calling for you and me
With the interstate whining way off in the
And the sun down through the bars of the prison
They poured out their souls, they poured out memories
They poured out their for whats left of eternity
To Maria her soul like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of faces