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 a man
with a seven-hour drive
well there we were 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 sort
moving soundly 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


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Thanks to (sam) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 14, 2009