Mistral

So we already wrecked the rental car

And I've already lost my way

My feet entombed in this tourist bar

For a day, anyway

So lay me out on the cobblestone

And unfurl this aching jib

The streets are built on ancient bones

And the crib are the ribs

Won't the mistral blow it all away?

Won't the mistral blow away?

Won't the mistral blow it all away?

Won't it blow, won't it blow, won't it blow?

So it's me and you and the baby boy

And a Ford to share the weight

Reeking out a little joy

What a waste, back to the States

Won't the mistral blow it all away?

Won't the mistral blow away?

Won't the mistral blow it all away?

Won't it blow, won't it blow, won't it blow?

Won't the mistral blow it all away?

Won't the mistral blow away?

Won't the mistral blow it all away?

Won't it blow, won't it blow, won't it blow?

Won't the mistral blow it all away? (Won't it blow it down?)

Won't the mistral blow away?