Well she′s walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that′s running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales

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 free

It′s alright she says
it′s alright
Take anything you want from me
anything

Fly on little wing