Pulaski

Half empty

Half full

Cup runneth over

Horns aplenty

Coffers full

We're starting over

I'll write you a story

But it loses its thread

And all of my witnesses keep turning up

Turning up dead

I'll paint you a picture

Of Pulaski at night

Greetings from Chicago

City of, city of light

Come back to Chicago

♪

Ooh, start it over

Ooh, start it over

♪

I'll paint you a picture

But it never looks right

'Cause I fill in the shadows

And block out the

Block out the light

I'll 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

♪

Ooh, start it over

Ooh, start it over

Half empty

Half full

Cup runneth over