Pulaski At Night – Andrew BirdBy Half empty, half fullCup runneth overHorns of plenty, coffers fullWe’re starting overHalf empty, half fullCup runneth overHorns of plenty, coffers fullWe’re starting overI write you a storyBut it loses its threadAnd all of my witnessesKeep turning up, keep turning up deadI paint you a pictureOf Pulaski at nightCome back to ChicagoCity of, city of lightCome back to ChicagoI paint you a pictureBut it never looks rightCause I fill in the shadowsAnd block out the, I block out the lightI send you a postcardIt says, “Pulaski at night”Greetings from ChicagoCity of, city of lightCome back to ChicagoCity of, city of lightCome back to Chicago www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20