Текст песни Mistral - The Decemberists

So we already wrecked the rental car
And I've already lost my way
But feet entombed in this tourist bar
For today, anyway
So lay me down on the cobblestone
And unfurl this aching [?]
The streets are built on ancient bones
And the crib of the rest
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
Breaking out a little joy
Blown aways, back to space
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 the mistral
Blow away?