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
I came back home for New Year's with the old gang
