Well she's walking through the clouds

with a circus mind

that's running wild

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

and fairly tales,

That's all she ever thinks about...

Riding the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me

with a thousand smiles

she gives to me free

It's alright, she says,

it's alright,

Take anything you want from me,

anything.

Fly on, little wing.