Now she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me, free 'It's alright, it's alright' she says Take anything you want from me Anything Now she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free 'It's alright, it's alright' she says Take anything you want from me Anything Fly little wing... yeah, yeah Fly little wing... yeah I want her to fly