Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairly tales,
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 all  right, she says, 
It's all right,
Take anything you want from me...
Anything.

Fly on, little wing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing