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
