Well, she's walking
Through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running round
Butterflies and zebras
Moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, she said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
You can take anything, anything
Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
