This song I think is dedicated to Livia Soprano and all the mothers out there.
And we'll see how it goes, you know. We're just trying shit out here.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere, with drops Jupiter in her hair, hey.
She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change, hey.
Since her return from the stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June, Hey hey.
So tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?
That heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall from 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 from that soul vacation, tracing her way through the constellations, hey.
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae Bo, reminds me that there's room to grow, hey.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere, I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol' Jane told a story 'bout a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land.
And 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? 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?
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken? Your best friend always sticking up for you.
Even when I know you're 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 to the Milky Way? 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?
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?
Tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to that Milky Way and see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star? One without a permanent scar? And Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?
Did you finally get the chance to dance across the light of day? Did you fall from a shooting star? Fall from a shooting star?
Were you lonely looking for yourself out there?
Another dank Bowl, Laurien!
May your Bowls burn ever brighter!