Well she's walking through the clouds<br />with a circus mind<br />that's running wild<br />Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams<br />and fairly tales,<br /><br />That's all she ever thinks about...<br /><br />Riding the wind<br /><br />When I'm sad she comes to me<br />with a thousand smiles<br />she gives to me free<br /><br />It's alright, she says,<br />it's alright,<br />Take anything you want from me,<br />anything.<br /><br />Fly on, little wing.
