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

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

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

And so they continued and into the sun
Law and decorum nary 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 their exits
How had it happened? Was it some of vortex?
And in they all went, to bumper
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In all went, like sheep to the slaughter
and carpenters, doctors and lawyers
And in they all went, in minivans
Ashcroft republicans, weekend
They followed the river, and rounded the
Between minsi and tammany and into destiny
Lying in ambush their before them
The angry old sun on the horizon

Sister Maria tightened the of the spare
She said a quick prayer and put the old van gear
Thank God the traffic was light
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 harmony
Softly and calling for you and me
the interstate whining way off in the distance
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 Maria her soul like a prism
For the of forgiveness on all of their faces