The children were playing cricket with no shoes
Where boats break and children stare
Yes and there were so many fewer questions
There we were stuck in Port Blaire
The next morning we woke up
Disembarking from the port
When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
We bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
There were so many fewer questions
With a seven hour drive
The cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
There were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
Where boats break and children stare
Because they're big and mean and sacred and
The next morning we woke up, man
Moving back north to Port Blaire
With the sunrise to the right
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving south the engine running smooth
When stars were still just the holes to Heaven
And there were so many fewer questions
Officials were quite friendly
Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
The bulls were running wild
