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, 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
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