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

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