Mostly A Friend
There's a wreck up the way;
I hope it's not my fault
My foe's mostly a friend
We just don't see eye to eye
But who's to blame when we both look behind?

Hey, smoke ring signaling a wise bear billowing, leaping from limb to limb
And when the smoke clears the trees
Oh I ask where will we be?
Halfway around the world; France, Spain, and Portugal