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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
They squeezed and the edged and they
Half them clearly impaired by rage or
The rest just touchy as hell

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

So all hit the gas in a dash for position
Bobing and weaving and flashing their
Fliping the and screaming obscenities
A well-insured hell-bent on Saturday

And so they continued and into the sun
Law and decorum nary a one
By then it was
Not one even vaguely
That they had come all the way to the Water Gap

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

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

She entered the room and their was her choir
and baritones, basses and tenors
Car thieves and dealers, mobsters and murderers
Husbands and sons, fathers and
And so it in glorious harmony
Softly and Tenderly for you and me
the interstate whining way off in the distance
And the sun down 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 sister Maria her soul like a
For the light of forgiveness on all of their