Holes To Heaven - Jack Johnson

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