Written by jimi hendrix
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