Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairytales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
Lord, when I'm sad
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 it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything, anything
