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 sure, so sure, 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 --- Soft Place to Land - Sara Bareilles