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