She was the queen of the rummage sale
The curator or a great collage
She would rescue every beautiful thing
The bric-à-brac, the hodgepodge
And stack the boxes in her parents' garage
I had to learn how to travel light
With a sachel 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 we're taking it stitch by stitch
If we can
Gonna build us a promise land
It comes to us second hand
I think we'll do fine
Now we're driving down the palisades
It feels good to get out of town
And we stop at every yard sale sign
Or use the classifieds, 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 we're taking it stitch by stitch
If we can
Gonna build us a promise land
It comes to us second hand
I think we'll do fine
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 promise land
It comes to us second hand
I think we'll do fine
And if we fail, we can follow a bread crumb trail
Drop a coin in the wishing well
I think we'll do fine
And in the end we can call up all our friends
All our friends, I think we'll do fine