Well she’s walking through the clouds

With a circus mind

That’s running wild

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

And-a 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

(Take anything)

Anything

Fly on, little wing