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