Sara Bareilles – Soft Place To Land (Ukulele)

A               B
Sugar

A               B       A
Sugar, butter, flour

    B                    A
Sometimes I still see her

   B                 A
My mother the dreamer

            B                    A     B A
She'd say, "Nothing's impossible child"

  B                     A
A dream needs believing

   B                        A
To taste like the real thing

           B           A        B
Like some stranger you recognize

A                 B
So pure, so pure, so electric

A                 B           A
So sure, so sure, so connected

         B                   F#m
To those little believers inside

       A        Am     A
May we all be so lucky

       B               A
But dreams are elusive

         B
The kind we've gotten used to

     A
Is nothing I can feel

B
Nothing I can have

               F#m
Nothing that I know

        B            A   Am  A
Dreams come and they go

       B                    A
But hold them and keep them

    B                       A
And know that you need them

          B                        F#m
When your breaking point's all that you have

             A                  Am    A
A dream is a soft place to land

       B         A
May we all be so lucky

A              B
Sugar, butter, flour