Mistral - The Decemberists

So we already wrecked the rental car

And I’ve already lost my way

But feet entombed in this cursed bar

For a day, anyway

So lay me down on the cobblestone

And then furrow this aching jet

The streets are built on ancient gold

And the crib, and the will

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Woah, the mistral

Blown away

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Wanna blow, wanna blow, wanna blow

So it’s me and you and the baby boy

And the fort’s shed away

Breaking out a little joy

Blown away, back in stance

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Woah, the mistral

Blown away

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Wanna blow, wanna blow, wanna blow

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Woah, the mistral

Blown away

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Wanna blow, wanna blow, wanna blow

Woah, the mistral

Blown it all away

Woah, the mistral

Blown away