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 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
 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