Now she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moon beams and fairy tales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me, free 'It's alright, it's alright' she says Take anything you want from me Anything Now she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moon beams and fairy tales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free 'It's alright, it's alright' she says Take anything you want from me Anything Fly Little Wing...Yeah, yeah Fly Little Wing... I want her to fly