Pulaski At Night

Andrew Bird

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