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 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