The city's on my TV again,
confetti caught in the summer air,
and strangers are crying
like they finally got something back.
I used to walk those streets
thinking I had forever.
Now I'm in South Florida,
watching a championship parade
and feeling homesick for versions of myself.
The players wave from buses.
Everybody looks invincible.
I know better now.
Still, when the crowd starts singing,
I sing too.
For the city.
For the years I lost.
For the years I might still get.
And for a minute,
with the noise turned up loud enough,
it feels like we're all champions
of something.