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?