Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams are a fairytale
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me for free
It's all right, she says, it's all right
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fly on, little wing