A Soft Place to Land

Sugar
Sugar, butter, flour

Sometimes I still see her
My mother, the dreamer
She'd say, "nothing's impossible, child"

A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize

So pure
So pure, so electric (so electric)
So sure
So sure, so connected (so connected)
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky

But dreams are elusive
The kind we've gotten used to is

Nothing I can feel
Nothing I can hold
Nothing I can have
Nothing that I know
Dreams come and they go

But hold them and keep them
But hold them and keep them
And know that you need them
And know that you need them
When your breaking point's all that
You have
A dream is a soft place to land

May we all be so lucky

Sugar, butter, flour