Well she's walking through the clouds   With a circus mind that's running wild   Butterflies and zebras   And moonbeams and a fairy tale   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   Yeah, yeah, yeah   Fly on little wing