Pulaski Paroles

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
Greetings from Chicago
City of, city of light
Come back to Chicago

(Oooh, starting over)
(Oooh, starting over)

I paint you a picture
But it never looks right
Cause I fill in the shadows
And block out the, block out the light

I send you this postcard
It says, "Pulaski at night" Come back to Chicago

(Oooh, starting over)
(Oooh, starting over)

Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over