| Em | G | |
| Well she's | walking through the | clouds |
| Am | Em | |
| With a c | ircus mind that's running | wild |
| Bm | Am | C | G | |
| Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams | , and | fairy | tales |
| F | C | |
| All she ever | thinks about | is |
| D | |
| Riding with the | wind |
| Em | G | |
| When I'm | sad she comes to | me |
| Am | Em | |
| With a th | ousand smiles she gives to me | free |
| Bm | Am | |
| It's alright she says, it's alright |
| C | G | F | |
| Take anything you | want from me |
| C | D | |
| Anything |