Andrew Bird - Pulaski at Night Lyrics
Half empty, half fullCup runneth overHorns aplentyCoffers fullWe’re starting overHalf empty, half fullCup runneth overHorns aplentyCoffers fullWe’re starting overI write you a storyBut it loses it thrillAnd all of my witnesses keep turning upKeep turning up deadI paint you a pictureOf Pulaski at nightCome back to ChicagoCity of lightCome back to ChicagoWe’re starting overWe’re starting overI paint you a pictureBut it never looks right‘Cause I fill in the shadows and black out theI black out the lightI send you a postcardIt says ‘Pulaski at Night’‘Greetings from Chicago, city of, city of light.’Come back to Chicago, city ofCity of lightCome back to ChicagoWe’re starting over