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 a seven hour drive   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 south the engine running smooth      Officials were quite friendly   Once we drowned them with our sweet talk   We 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