Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
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
It's alright, she says, it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me freely
It's alright, she says, it's alright
Go and take anything you want from me
Anything, anything

It's alright, it's alright.