Soft Place to Land

(A)Sugar.

(A)Sugar, butter, (E5)flour.

(A)(E5)Sometimes I still see her,

(A)my (E5)mother the dreamer.

(A)She'd say, (E5)"Nothing's impossible, (A)child."

(A)A (E5)dream needs believing

(A)to (E5)taste like the real thing.

(A)Like some (E5)stranger you recognize.

(A)(So pure, So (E5)pure, so electric,

(A)sure, So (E5)sure, so connected

(A)to those (E5)little believers inside.

May we (A)all be

so (Am)lucky.

But (E5)dreams are elusive.

(A)The kind (E5)we've gotten used to is (A)nothing I can feel.

ing I can hold.)

(F#m9)(Nothing I can have.)

Nothing that I

(D)Dreams (F#m9)come and they go.

(A)But (E5)hold them, and keep them.

(But (A)hold them, and keep And (E5)know that you need them.

(And (A)know that you need When them.)

your (E5)breaking point's all that (F#m11)you have,

a (E)dream is a (Amaj9)soft place to land.

(A)May we (E5)all be so (A)lucky.

(A)Sugar, butter, (E5)flour.