Now that she's back in the atmosphere,
with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey,
she acts like summer and walks like rain,
reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey.
Since the return from her stay on the moon,
she listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey.
Tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
to see the lights all faded
and that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,
one without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you
were looking for yourself out there?
Now that she's back from that soul vacation,
tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey,
she checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo,
reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere,
I'm afraid that she might
think of me as plain ol' Jane,
told a story about a man who is too
afraid to fly so he never did land.
Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to
dance along the light of day
and head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you
were looking for yourself out there ?