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 ? were running wild

because they're big and mean and sacred

and the children playing cricket with no shoes

The 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

Disembarking from the port

with no mistakes of any so

Moving southly engine running smooth

Officials were quite friendly

once we drown them w/ our sweet talk

and we bribed them w/ our cigerettes and booze

The next morning we woke up man w/ the sunrise to 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

and there were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to

heaven, mmm