Testo di Pulaski At Night

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