Jack Johnson - Holes To Heaven

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