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
