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?
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 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 then you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.