Half empty
Half full
Cup runneth over
Horns aplenty
Coffers full
We're starting over
I'll write you a story
But it loses its thread
And all of my witnesses keep turning up
Turning up dead
I'll paint you a picture
Of Pulaski at night
Greetings from Chicago
City of, city of light
Come back to Chicago
Ooh, start it over
Ooh, start it over
I'll paint you a picture
But it never looks right
'Cause I fill in the shadows
And block out the
Block out the light
I'll 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
Ooh, start it over
Ooh, start it over
Half empty
Half full
Cup runneth over
