Now she's walking through the cloud,with a circus mind,that's running wild,butterflies and zebras and moonbeans and fairytales,all she ever thinks about is,riding with the wind.When I'm sad,when I'm sad she comes to me,with a thousand smiles,she gives to me,free."It's all right",because she says it's all right,and I say take angthing you want from me,yeah take anything baby,I say angthing that you…