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

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

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

And so they continued west-bound and the sun
Law and constraining nary a one
By it was devil-may-care
Not one even aware
That they had all the way to the Delaware Water Gap

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

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

She entered the common room and their was her
Altos and baritones, basses and
Car and crack dealers, mobsters and murderers
Husbands and sons, and brothers
And so it began in harmony
Softly and calling for you and me
With the interstate whining way off in the
And the sun down through the bars of the prison
They poured out souls, they poured out their memories
They poured out their hopes for whats left of
To Maria her soul like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of their