The air was more than human
And the heat was more than hungry
And the cars were square and spitting
diesel fumes
The bulls were running wild
because they're big and mean and sacred
and the children playing cricket with no shoes
The morning we woke up man
To a seven-hour drive
Well there we were stuck in Port Blair
Where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm
Man and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm
Disembarking from the port
with no mistakes of any so
Moving southly engine running smooth
Officials were quite friendly
once we drowned them with our sweet talk
and we bribed them with our cigerettes and booze
The next morning we woke up man with the sunrise to right
well moving back north to Port Blair
where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm
and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to
heaven, mmm