Well she´s walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that´s running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairly 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.