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 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
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 sort
Moving south 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 right
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
Yes, and there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven