Little Wing (Live)

Well, she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that's running wild

Butterflies and zebras, moonbeams and fairy tales

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