Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running 'round
Butterflies and zebras, and moonbeams
and fairly tales
That's all she ever thinks about...
She's 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
Oooohhh little wing,
fly on little wing