Soft Place To Land (from Waitress The Musical) sing and play along

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 pure.)

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 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.