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 their 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 Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven
Mmhmm
And there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven
Mmhmm


Officials work while friendly
Once we drown them with our sweet talk
And we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze


Disembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort

Moving soundly engine running smooth

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
Mmhmm
Yes and there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven
Mmhmm