Pulaski at Night

Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over
Horns of plenty, coffers full
We’re starting over
I write you a story
But it loses its thread
And all of my witnesses
Keep turning up, turning up dead
I paint you a picture
Of Pulaski at night
Greetings from Chicago
City of, city of light
Come back to Chicago
(Oooh, starting over)
(Oooh, starting over)
I paint you a picture
But it never looks right
Cause I fill in the shadows
And block out the, block out the light
I send you this postcard
It says, «Pulaski at night»
Greetings from Chicago
City of, city of light
Come back to Chicago
City of, city of light
Come back to Chicago
(Oooh, starting over)
(Oooh, starting over)
Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over