A Thing (x4)
                    A Thing
             The air was more than humid
                           A Thing
             And the heat was more than hungry
                           A Thing                                               F#m
             And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

             The bulls were running wild
             Because they're big and mean and sacred
             And the children playing cricket with no shoes

                                         C#m
                                Well, that morning we woke up, man
                                To a seven hour drive
                                         D
                                Well, there we were in South Patong
                                           Dm
                                Where women are men and men go wrong, and

                                                     A                                E
                                                     There were so many fewer questions
                                                     F#m                            C#m                    Bm
                                                     When stars were still just the holes to heaven
                                           C#m  D                   C#m
                                                     Mmmmmmm mm, yeah and then

                                                     A                                E
                                                     There were so many fewer questions
                                                     F#m                            C#m                    D
                                                     When stars were still just the holes to heaven
                                   C#m  Bm  E
                                                     Mmm mm mmm
                                                                                  A Thing (x2)

             The officials were quite friendly
             Once we bribed them with our sweet talk
             And drowned them with our cigarettes and booze

             I disembodied from the port
             With no mistakes of any sort
             And moving south, the engine running smooth

                                The next morning we woke up, man
                                With the sunrise to the right, well
                                Moving back north to Port Blair
                                Where boats are breakin, n children starin

                                                     There were so many fewer questions
                                                     When stars were still just the holes to heaven
                                                     Mmmmmmm mm, and then

                                                     There were so many fewer questions
                                                     When stars were still just the holes to heaven
                                                     Mmm mm mmm
                                                                         *Outro*    A Thing (repeat & fade)