We all live next to different highways We eventually pick a spot and stick with it I get there early by mistake I make myself busy and help Caleb get the beers Before we go back inside we crack one Just him and me sitting in the bed of his truck Soon everyone trickles in and we get to work We make half assed toast with true blue friends We laugh at old jokes and new stories We smoke outside in the cold together As the promised rain doesn't come And it almost feels like it used to be As the night winds down we hear scattered explosions We debate between fireworks or shotgun blasts I wake up to the rhythm of rain on the window I gather my things strewn about by last night I say thanks and goodbye to a half awake Caleb And walk out the door The rain usher me and the new year in As what was old is new again