Holes To Heaven

The air was more than humid 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 a seven hour drive

Well, there we were in Port Blaire where boats break and children stare

And there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm-hmm

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 sort

Moving soundly, the engine running smooth

Officials were quite friendly once we drowned them with our sweet talk

And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

The next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right

Moving back north to Port Blaire where boats break and children stare

And there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm-hmm

Yes, and there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm