Well she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that's running wild

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and a fairy tale

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fly on little wing