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.