Well, she's walking

Through the clouds

With a circus mind

That's running round

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams

And fairytales

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...

Little wing