Holes To Heaven - Jack Johnson

The air was more than human

And the heat was more than hungry

And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

The boars were running wild

Because they’re big and mean and sacred

And the children playing cricket with no shoes

That morning we woke up man

To a seven-hour drive

Well there we were in South Batong

Where women are men and men go wrong

And there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm

Man and there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm

The officials were quite friendly

Once we bribed them with our sweet talk

And we drowned them with our cigarettes and booze

Disembarking from the port

With no mistakes of any sort

Moving south the engine running smooth

The next morning we woke up man

With the sunrise to the right well

Moving back north to Port Blair

Where boats break and children stare

And there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm

Man and there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven