Transit Lyrics - Richard Shindell

The merge from the turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch 

It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch 

They squeezed and the edged and they glared 

Half them clearly impaired by rage or exhaustion 

The rest were just touchy as hell 

Somewhere near Paterson everything slowed to a crawl 

The all-news station was thanking someone for the call 

It's a van from St. Agnes's choir 

There's a nun out there changing a tire 

By the time they got by her, tempers were out of control 

So they all hit the gas in a dash for position 

Bobing and weaving and flashing their highbeams 

Fliping the bird and screaming obscenities 

A well-insured hoard hell-bent on Saturday 

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And so they continued west-bound and into the sun 

Law and decorum constraining nary a one 

By then it was devil-may-care 

Not one even vaguely aware 

That they had come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap 

But how had it happened? They had all missed their exits 

How had it happened? Was it some kind of vortex? 

And in they all went, bumper to bumper 

Faster and faster, no sign of a trooper 

In they all went, like sheep to the slaughter 

Bankers and carpenters, doctors and lawyers 

And in they all went, families in minivans 

Ashcroft republicans, weekend militiamen 

They followed the river, and rounded the bend 

Between minsi and tammany and into their destiny 

Lying in ambush right their before them 

The angry old sun right on the horizon 

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Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the spare 

She said a quick prayer and put the old van into gear 

Thank God that the traffic was light 

If she hurried she might not be late 

For that evening's performance at the state penetentiary 

She entered the common room and their was her choir 

Altos and baritones, basses and tenors 

Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and murderers 

Husbands and sons, fathers and brothers 

And so it began in glorious harmony 

Softly and Tenderly - calling for you and me 

With the interstate whining way off in the distance 

And the sun going down through the bars of the prison 

They poured out their souls, they poured out their memories 

They poured out their hopes for what's left of eternity 

To sister Maria - her soul like a prism 

For the light of forgiveness on all of their faces