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 it thrill
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 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