Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running ’round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Ridin’ 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
Anything
Anything”
Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing