Holes to Heaven

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 were playing cricket with no shoes



The next morning we woke up man

With the seven hour drive

Well, there we were stuck in Port Blaire

Where boats break and children stare



There were so many many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven

There were so many many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven



Disembarking from the port

With no mistakes of any sort

Moving south, the engine running smooth

Officials were friendly

Once we drowned them with our sweet talkin

and we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze



The next morning we woke up man

With the sunrise to the right

Well, 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