About "Soft Place to Land" (Commentary) - Sara Bareilles

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 that I 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