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?
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 then you missed me while you were looking for yourself?
And did you finally get the chance, to dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star?
And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there....