Andrew Bird

Andrew Bird - Pulaski

[Verse 1]
Half empty, half full
Cup runneth over
Horns of plenty, coffers full
We're starting over

[Verse 2]
I write you a story
But it loses its thread
And all of my witnesses
Keep turning up, turning up dead

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 3]
I paint you a picture
But it never looks right
Cause I fill in the shadows
And block out the, block out the light