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