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?
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.

She checks out Mozart
while she does Tae-Bo.
Reminds me that there's
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,
who 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?

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!