The Suburbs - Postcard lyrics

I wish you were here but you were not alone Simple pleasures that's our bone What's that I smell? It's d**h's cologne Trains to Moscow Trains to Rome I get no thanks so I'm going home I love the trains go rambling home Past mounds of dust where Lincoln died Often I don't want to go Sometimes I can't help myself I can't help myself I can't help myself I can't help myself I can't help myself! Trains to Moscow Trains to Rome I get no thanks so I'm going home Goodbye!