On the road to Asuncion in the middle of a diluvial storm
It was almost night in full daylight like an eclipse of the sun
We came to a stop at a surreal toll gate in the pouring rain
There was this bishop standing at the gate under an umbrella
A premonition of the ferryman collecting his dues to take you beyond
He did not say a word and offered no comfort as we paid our way through the gates
It could have been Hell as it could have been Heaven, how can we tell ?