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
toward
the Milky
Way?
And
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?
