Paroles: Jimi Hendrix. Little Ivey.

Well she's walking
Through the clouds
To the circus life
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras moving
In a fairy tale
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

Lord when I'm sad

When I'm sad she comes to me
Her thousand smiles she gives to me free
Its alright it's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want form me
Anything, anything