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,
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? Did you
miss me while
you were looking
for yourself out
there?