Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind [bad word] wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...

When I'm sad [bad word] to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me, free
It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind [bad word] wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...

When I'm sad [bad word] to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything