The air was more than human and the heat was more than hungryAnd the cars were square and spitting diesel fumesThe bulls were running wild because they're big and mean and sacredAnd the children were playing cricket with no shoesThe next morning we woke up, man, with the seven-hour driveWell, there we were stuck in Port Blair where boats break and children stayAnd there were so many few onesQuestions when stars were still just the holes to heavenAnd there were so many fewer questionsWhen stars were still just the holes to heavenCome see meCome see meParking from the port with no mistakes of innocentMoving south, the engine running smoothOfficials were quite friendly once we drowned them with our sweet talkAnd we bribed them with our cigarettes and boozeThe next morning, we woke up man with the sunrise to the rightMoving back north to Port Blair where boats break and children stayAnd there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just a hose to heavenAnd there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just a hose to heavenYes, and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just a hose to heavenThank you.Thank you.