Pulaski at Night

Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over Verse 2 I write you a story But it loses its thread And all of my witnesses Keep turning up, keep turning up dead Chorus I paint you a picture Of Pulaski at night Come back to Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago Verse 3 I paint you a picture But it never looks right Cause I fill in the shadows And block out the, I block out the light Chorus 2 I send you a 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 Started over