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
