Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair.

She acts like summer
and walks like rain.
Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey!

Since the return of her stay on the moon,
She listens like spring
and she talks like June, hey.
Hey, hey, yeah!

But 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?

And 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, mmm!

She checks out Mozart
while she does Tae-Bo.
Reminds me that there's a room to grow,
hey, yeah!

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 was too afraid to fly,
so he never did land.
But 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?