Now that she's back
in the atmosphere,
with drops of Jupiter
in her hair!

She acts like summer,
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,
talks like June.
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?
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 doing Tae-Bo,
reminds me there's
a room to grow!
Hey, yeah!

Now that she's back
in the atmosphere,
I’m afraid 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?