I can see the future I can see the past Wide and flat in front of me And I know this don't last Sometimes the corners tighten up And I can see it all for what it is Well, I don't even smoke anymore What's there left for me to quit? Control, control it Now I just lean out the door I feel that soft sun in my face And I'm left wanting more That feeling Like crying in July Hanging out the side door of your car Seems like it's all worth a try But you can see the future And you can see the past Soft and hard in front of you I know this don't last Sometimes your corners tighten up And you can see me just for what I am But I don't even smoke anymore What's there left for me to quit? Control it Oh, I just lean out the door Feel that soft sun on your face And I'm left wanting more That feeling Like crying in July Hanging out the side door of a car Seems like it's all worth a try