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Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey

She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey

Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

She's your awkward teenager, shorter than average and oddly dressed - a striped aqua T shirt and dark jeans that clash with the similar yet very off shade of blue just above it. She walks briskly, her haphazardly wavy hair pulled back in a messy pony tail. Glasses would go with her look, but she doesn't wear any. A portrait of contrived chaos.

She stands by the bookshelf. She doesn't seem to be here for anything in particular.

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 at yourself out there

Fingering the street maps, she seems to search for something. She runs an index finger down the column for cities, tapping her foot to the beat.

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey

She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey

She picks out one from the international cities and unfolds it. You can't see the name, but the roads look unfamiliar. A river or shore of some sort crosses the top right hand corner and bends downward. There are a lot of plain patches greenery among the grey clusters of streets. It's a simple, sparsely industrialised place. It's a place for rolling hills.

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

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

You wonder, of course, why she would be looking at such a map.

You wonder if she's ever been there, this oddity of the crowd, to such a vast, unfamiliar place.

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know youre wrong

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had and me

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 toward the milky way

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 at yourself

With her side to you, she runs her hand along a certain grey line, turns, then follows another. She smiles.

In the dim evening glow, a soft glisten appears at the corner of her eye.

Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And did you fall for a shooting star
Fall for a shooting star

Are you lonely looking for yourself out there

Of course she has.

Of course she is.

[Song: Drops of Jupiter by Train]