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?