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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
squeezed and the edged and they glared
Half them clearly impaired by rage or
The were just touchy as hell

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

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

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

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

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

She entered the common and their was her choir
and baritones, basses and tenors
Car thieves and crack dealers, and murderers
Husbands and sons, fathers and
And so it began in glorious
and Tenderly calling for you and me
With the interstate whining way off in the
And the sun going through the bars of the prison
They poured out their souls, poured out their memories
They poured out their hopes for whats of eternity
To sister Maria her soul a prism
For the of forgiveness on all of their faces