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 electric

So sure, so connected

To those little believers inside

May we all be so lucky

But dreams are elusive

The kind that 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 up there, you have

A dream is a soft place to land

May we all be so lucky

Sugar, butter, flour