Karaoké A Soft Place to Land Waitress (musical)

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

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