Sting
...Nothing Like The Sun
Little Wing
Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales,
That's all she ever thinks about...
Riding the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, she says,
It's alright
Take anything you want from me,
anything,
Fly on, little wing