Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transit, artist - Richard Shindell. Album song 13 Songs You May or May Not Have Heard Before, in the genre Date of issue: 14.12.2011
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Transit |
| 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 |
| Bobbing and weaving and flashing their highbeams |
| Flipping the bird and screaming obscenities |
| A murderous hoard hell-bent on Saturday |
| 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 |
| In they all went, families in minivans |
| Reagan 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 |
| 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 penitentiary |
| She entered the common room and there 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 |