Jack Johnson (cover) - Holes to heaven

JACK JOHNSON – Holes to Heaven <br /><br />the air was more than human <br />the heat was more than hungry <br />the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes <br />the bulls were running wild <br />because their big and mean and sacred <br />the children were playing cricket with no shoes <br /><br />the next morning we woke up <br />with a seven hour drive <br />there we were in stuck in port blaire <br />where boats break and children stare <br /><br />there were so many fewer questions <br />when stars were still just the holes to heaven <br />and there were so many fewer questions <br />en stars were still just the holes to heaven <br /><br />disembarking from the port <br />with no mistakes of any sort <br />moving south the engine running smooth <br />officials were quite friendly <br />once we drowned them with our sweet talk <br />and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze <br />the next morning we woke up <br />with the sunrise to the right <br />moving back north to port blair <br />where boats break and children stare <br />there were so many fewer questions <br />when stars were still just the holes to heaven <br />yes, and there were so many fewer questions <br />when stars were still just the holes to heaven