Pulaski at Night

Half empty, half full

Cup runneth over

Horns aplenty

Coffers full

We’re starting over

Half empty, half full

Cup runneth over

Horns aplenty

Coffers full

We’re starting over

I write you a story

But it loses its thread

And all of my witnesses keep turning up

Keep turning up dead

I paint you a picture

Of Pulaski at night

Come back to chicago

City of，city of light

Come back to chicago

We’re starting over

We’re starting over

I paint you a picture

But it never looks right

‘cause I fill in the shadows and black out the

I black out the light

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

We’re starting over

We’re starting over

We’re starting over