Well she's walkin' through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running 'round
butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales
that's all she ever really thinks about - runnin' with the wind
when I'm sad she comes to me with a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
it's alright, she said, it's alright - take anything you want from me. Anything.
Fly on Little Wing.
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Little Wing.