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