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

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

Come back to Chicago

City of, city of light

Come back to Chicago

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

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