Field of Flowers

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 WITH 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