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The merge the turnpike was murder, but its never a cinch
It was at five, and no one was giving an inch
They and the edged and they glared
Half them clearly by rage or exhaustion
The rest were touchy as hell

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

So they all hit the gas in a for position
and weaving and flashing their highbeams
Fliping the and screaming obscenities
A well-insured hoard on Saturday

And so they continued and into the sun
Law and constraining nary a one
By then it was
Not one even aware
That they had come all the way to the Delaware 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, to bumper
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In they all went, sheep to the slaughter
Bankers and carpenters, doctors and
And in all went, families in minivans
Ashcroft republicans, weekend
followed the river, and rounded the bend
Between minsi and tammany and into their
Lying in right their before them
The old sun right on the horizon

Sister Maria tightened the of the spare
She said a quick and put the old van into 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 room and was her choir
and baritones, basses and tenors
Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and
Husbands and sons, fathers and
And so it began in glorious
Softly and calling for you and me
With the whining way off in the distance
And the sun down through the bars of the prison
They poured out their souls, they out their memories
They poured out their hopes for whats of eternity
To sister Maria her like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of faces