Half empty half full

Cup runneth over

Horns aplenty

Coffers full

We're starting over

I write you a story

But it loses it thrill

And all of my witnesses keep turning up

Turning up dead

I paint you a picture

Of Pulaski at night

Greetings from 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 black out the light

I 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

We're starting over

We're starting over

Half empty half full

Cup runneth over