Queen Of The Rummage Sale Lyrics

Bishop Allen

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 parentsÂ' 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 youÂ're never standing in one place

Odds and ends held together with safety pins
I know thereÂ's a lot to fix
So IÂ'm taking it stitch by stitch
If we can, gonna build us a promised land
It comes to us secondhand
I think weÂ'll do fine

Now weÂ're driving down the palisades
It feels good to get out of town
And weÂ're stopping at every yard sale sign
Or use the classified to track Â'em down.
She takes my hand and leads me around
These are colors that IÂ've never seen
So sudden and so bright

In the places that IÂ've been before
And I realize that IÂ'm looking through her eyes

Odds and ends held together with safety pins
I know thereÂ's a lot to fix
So IÂ'm taking it stitch by stitch
If we can, gonna build us a promised land
It comes to us secondhand
I think weÂ'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 IÂ'll stay for a thousand years

If we can, gonna build us a promised land
It comes to us secondhand
I think weÂ'll do fine
And if we fail we can follow a bread crumb trail
Drop a coin in a wishing well
I think weÂ'll do fine
And in the end weÂ'll be calling up all our friends
All our friends think weÂ'll do fine