Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind

that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and 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 says,
it's alright
Take anything you want from me,

anything

Fly on, little wing