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The merge from the turnpike was murder, but its a cinch
It was at five, and no one was giving an inch
They squeezed and the and they glared
Half them clearly impaired by or exhaustion
The rest were just touchy as

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

So all hit the gas in a dash for position
Bobing and and flashing their highbeams
the bird and screaming obscenities
A well-insured hoard hell-bent on

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

But how had it happened? They had all missed their
How had it happened? Was it some of vortex?
And in they all went, bumper to
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In they all went, sheep to the slaughter
Bankers and carpenters, and lawyers
And in all went, families in minivans
Ashcroft republicans, weekend
They followed the river, and the bend
Between minsi and and into their destiny
in ambush right their before them
The angry old sun right on the

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

She the common room and their was her choir
Altos and baritones, and tenors
Car and crack dealers, mobsters and murderers
and sons, fathers and brothers
And so it in glorious harmony
Softly and calling for you and me
With the interstate way off in the distance
And the sun going down through the bars of the
They poured out their souls, they poured out memories
poured out their hopes for whats left of eternity
To sister her soul like a prism
For the of forgiveness on all of their faces