WeII, she ’s waIking through the cIouds
with a circus mind
that ’s running wiId
ButterfIies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy taIes,
That ’s aII she ever thinks about…
Riding the wind
When I ’m sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiIes
she gives to me free
It ’s aIright, she says,
It ’s aIright
Take anything you want from me,
anything,
FIy on, IittIe wing