July storm

And while this day is still alive,
We're more alive than we've ever been.
Rain-soaked pavement under our feet,
A last train ticket in my hand.
Nobody knows what's coming next,
But tonight we're stronger than the end.
Ripped-up jeans and a July storm,
Three faded stripes getting soaked and worn.
You still shine brighter than anyone,
And all our troubles come undone.
Tickets, parents, rules and lines,
Trying hard to steal our time.