The air was more than human

the heat was more than hungry

the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

the bulls were running wild

becuase they're big and mean and sacred

the children were playing cricket with no shoes



the next morning we woke up

with a seven hour drive

there we were in stuck in Port Blaire

where boats break and children stare



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 sory

moving south the engine running smooth

officials were quite friendly

once we drowned them with our sweet talk

and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze



the next morning we woke up

with the sunrise to the right

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