Little Wing

Well, she's walking
Through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales
All she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

When I'm sad
She comes to me
And a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
"It's alright," she says, "It's alright
You take anything you want from me
Anything, anything
And fly on little wing"