Crying In July

I can see the future
I can see the past
Wide and flat in front of me
And I know this wont last

Sometimes the corners tighten up
And I can see it all for what it is
Well I dont even smoke anymore
What's there left for me to quit

Control it
Now I just lean out the door
Feel that soft sun on my face
But 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