The air was more than human,
And the heat was more than hungry,
And the cars were square and spitting deisel 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