Little Wing

Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind,
That's running wild.

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

Fly on, little wing