Little wing

Well she's walking
through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running round.
Butterflies
and zebras
and moonbeams
and fairy tales.
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.
Anything."

Fly on little wing,
yeah yeah,
yeah,
little wing...