Well she's walking through the clouds 

With a circus mind that's running round 

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 

Anything



Fly on little wing, 

Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing