The air was more than human 
And the heat was more than hungry  
And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes 
 
The bulls were running wild 
Because their big and mean and sacred 
And the children were playing cricket with no shoes 
 
The next morning we woke a man with a seven hour drive 
Well there we were stuck in port claire 
Where boats break and children stare 
And there were so many fewer questions  
When stars were still just the holes to heaven 
Mmhmm 
And there were so many fewer questions  
When stars were still just the holes to heaven 
Mmhmm 
 
Disembarking from the port 
With no mistakes of any sort 
Moving soundly engine running smooth 
 
Officials work while friendly 
Once we drown them with our sweet talk 
And we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze 
 
The next morning we woke a man with the sunrise to the right 
Moving back north to port claire 
Where boats break and children stare 
And there were so many fewer questions  
When stars were still just the holes to heaven 
Mmhmm 
Yes and there were so many fewer questions  
When stars were still just the holes to heaven 
Mmhmm