Happiness is a throng of people
Clad in blue and gold
Milling at the subway station
Wandering aimlessly across the streets

Towards the centerpiece of town
The arena, filing in
Happiness is looking around
Seeing thousands rally to the cause
Eighteen thousand six hundred and eighty nine friends for a night
United under one goal

It’s the emotion, the feelings
The memories, and triumphs
And so many failures
But failures together.

The signs across the years
Playing through my head
Awinagainov
Don’t Quit on Us
And Two Minutes for Hooking

The calls, the calls
Darling and Lorentz and Jeanneret
Timeless words
Reaching across generations
Uniting young and old.

It’s the hardest tears I’ve ever cried
And the happiest I’ve felt.
The passion, the excitement.
This isn’t a team
This is no game.
This is a community, a city
A bond beyond all.

This is what we live for
This is what we die for
This, in all its disappointment
In all its glory, in all it’s heartbreak
This is happiness.
Happiness
Is Eighteen thousand, six hundred ninety.
Singing Neil Diamond.
Late at night.