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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 by rage or exhaustion
The rest were just touchy as

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

So they all hit the gas in a for position
Bobing and weaving and their highbeams
Fliping the bird and screaming
A well-insured hell-bent on Saturday

And so they west-bound and into the sun
Law and constraining nary a one
By it was devil-may-care
Not one even vaguely
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
Faster and faster, no sign of a
In they all went, like to the slaughter
Bankers and carpenters, doctors and
And in all went, families in minivans
Ashcroft republicans, weekend
They followed the river, and the bend
Between minsi and tammany and into their
Lying in ambush right their them
The angry old sun on the horizon

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

She entered the room and their was her choir
and baritones, basses and tenors
Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and
Husbands and sons, and brothers
And so it began in harmony
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 for whats left of eternity
To sister Maria her soul a prism
For the of forgiveness on all of their faces