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

Somewhere near Paterson everything to a crawl
The all-news station was someone for the call
Its a van from St. Agness
a nun out there 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 and flashing their highbeams
Fliping the bird and screaming
A well-insured hoard on Saturday

And so they west-bound and into the sun
Law and decorum nary a one
By then it was
Not one vaguely 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 kind of vortex?
And in they all went, bumper to
Faster and faster, no of a trooper
In they all went, like sheep to the
and carpenters, doctors and lawyers
And in they all went, families in
Ashcroft republicans, militiamen
followed the river, and rounded the bend
Between minsi and tammany and into their
Lying in ambush right their before
The old sun right on the horizon

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

She entered the room and their was her choir
Altos and baritones, and tenors
Car thieves and dealers, mobsters and murderers
and sons, fathers and brothers
And so it began in glorious
and Tenderly calling for you and me
With the 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 for whats left of eternity
To sister Maria her soul like a
For the light of forgiveness on all of their