Queen of the Rummage Sale

She was the queen of the rummage sale

The curator of a great collage

She would rescue every beautiful thing

The brick-a-brack, the hodgepodge

And stack the boxes in her parents' garage

I had to learn how to travel light

With a satchel and an old suitcase

It really wears you down

To carry on at that pace

Cause you're never standing in one place

Odds and ends held together with safety pins

I know there's a lot to fix

So I'm taking it stitch by stitch

If we can, gonna build us a promised land

It comes to us secondhand

I think we'll do fine

Now we're driving down the palisades

It feels good to get out of town

And we're stopping at every yard sale sign

Or use the classified to track ‘em down.

She takes my hand and leads me around

These are colors that I've never seen

So sudden and so bright

In the places that I've been before

And I realize that I'm looking through her eyes

Odds and ends held together with safety pins

I know there's a lot to fix

So I'm taking it stitch by stitch

If we can, gonna build us a promised land

It comes to us secondhand

I think we'll do fine

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.

I carry boxes up a hundred stairs

And she unpacks and laughs and cheers

And I finally put my suitcase down

Between the picture frames and souvenirs

I think I'll stay for a thousand years

If we can, gonna build us a promised land

It comes to us secondhand

I think we'll do fine

And if we fail we can follow a bread crumb trail

Drop a coin in a wishing well

I think we'll do fine

And in the end we'll be calling up all our friends

All our friends think we'll do fine