(A)Sug ar.

(A)Sug ar, but ter,

flour.

Some (E5)times I still see her,

my (E5)moth er the dream er.

She’d say, (E5)“Noth ing’s im pos si ble, child.”

A (E5)dream needs be liev ing

to (E5)taste like the real thing.

Like some (E5)strang er you rec og nize.

(A)(So

pure, So (E5)pure, so e lec tric,

sure, So (E5)sure, so con nect ed

to those (E5)lit tle be liev ers in side.

May we (A)all be

so (Am)luck y.

But (E5)dreams are e lu sive.

The kind (E5)we’ve got ten used to is (A)noth ing I can feel.

(Noth ing I can hold.) (F#m9)(Noth ing I can have.) Noth ing that I know.

Dreams (F#m9)come and they go.

But (E5)hold them, and keep them.

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

(And (A)know that you need When them.) your (E5)break ing point’s all that

you have,

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

May we (E5)all be

so (A)luck y.

(A)Sug ar, but ter,

flour.