'That looks like Istanbul down there'
'No it's Vienna'
'Ah, Buffalo Schmuffalo'
Shane you've gotta lay down your guns
Pick up the pieces and start again
Shane you've gotta bury away the past
Lose the hatchet and try again
Shane you've gotta realise
It's the way of the world that you made
Shane you've got to lay the ghost to rest
Of another time and back to the grave
And Shane the friends we make old
seem somehow to drift away
How can you feel alone with all
the people that you know?
All those friendly faces that
reflect from empty bars
But you will always be a friend of mine