Holes To Heaven

The air was more than human
the heat was more than hungry
the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
the bulls were running wild
becuase they're big and mean and sacred
the children were playing cricket with no shoes

the next morning we woke up
with a seven hour drive
there we were in stuck in Port Blaire
where boats break and children stare

there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven

disembarking from the port
with no mistakes of any sory
moving south the engine running smooth
officials were quite friendly
once we drowned them with our sweet talk
and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

the next morning we woke up
with the sunrise to the right
moving back north to Port Blaire
where boats break and children stare

there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
yes and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven