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