Well she's walkin' through the clouds with a circus mind that's running around.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales.
That's all she ever thinks about, ridin' with the wind.

When I'm sad she comes to me with a thousand smiles...she gives to me free.
It's alright, she said, it's alright.
Take anything you want from me.
Anything.
Anything.

Fly on Little Wing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Little Wing.