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 luckyBut 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 goBut 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