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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 edged and they
Half them clearly impaired by or exhaustion
The rest were just as hell

Somewhere near Paterson everything slowed to a
The all-news was thanking someone for the call
Its a van from St. Agness
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 bird and screaming
A well-insured hoard on Saturday

And so continued west-bound and into the sun
Law and constraining nary a one
By then it was
Not one vaguely aware
That 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 of vortex?
And in all went, bumper to bumper
and faster, no sign of a trooper
In all went, like 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 minsi and tammany and their destiny
Lying in ambush right their before
The old sun right on the horizon

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

She entered the common and their was her choir
Altos and baritones, basses and
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 interstate whining way off in the
And the sun going down the bars of the prison
They out their souls, they poured out their memories
They poured out their for whats left of eternity
To sister her soul like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of faces