Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over
Homes of plenty, covers full
We studying over
Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over
Homes of plenty, covers full
We studying over
I WRITE YOU A STORY
But it loses its thrill
And all of my witness
Keep turning up
Keep turning up dead
I PAINT YOU A PICTURE
A placid night
Come back to Chicago
City of
City of love
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 A POSTCARD
It says "Pulaski at Night"
Greetings from Chicago
City of
City of love
Come back to Chicago
City of
City of love
Come back to Chicago