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 the seven-hour drive
Well, there we were stuck in Port Blair where boats break and children stay
And there were so many few ones
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
Come see me
Come see me
Parking from the port with no mistakes of innocent
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 the right
Moving back north to Port Blair where boats break and children stay
And there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just a hose to heaven
And there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just a hose to heaven
Yes, and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just a hose to heaven
Thank you.
Thank you.