any old wind that blows

"She's a butterfly in mid July who just can't wait

To try her brand new wings on brand new things
And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes
Her mind is on what lies beyond

That wall of blue horizon, I suppose and heaven knows
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
Yes, she will, yes, she will
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows"