Little Wing (Live)

Well she's walking
Trough the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
Moonbeams and fairytales
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, it's alright, it's alright
You can take anything you want from me
Anything…
Fly on little wing, little wing

-The End-