Little Wing

Well she was walking thru the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
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
Fly on, Little Wing