Well, she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind

That's running wild

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

And fairly 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