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She was the queen of the rummage saleThe curator of a great collageShe would rescue every beautiful thingThe brick-a-brack, the hodgepodgeAnd stack the boxes in her parents' garageI had to learn how to travel lightWith a satchel and an old suitcaseIt really wears you downTo carry on at that paceCause you're never standing in one placeOdds and ends held together with safety pinsI know there's a lot to fixSo I'm taking it stitch by stitchIf we can, gonna build us a promised landIt comes to us secondhandI think we'll do fineNow we're driving down the palisadesIt feels good to get out of townAnd we're stopping at every yard sale signOr use the classified to track em down.She takes my hand and leads me aroundThese are colors that I've never seenSo sudden and so brightIn the places that I've been beforeSongtexteAnd I realize that I'm looking through her eyesOdds and ends held together with safety pinsI know there's a lot to fixSo I'm taking it stitch by stitchIf we can, gonna build us a promised landIt comes to us secondhandI think we'll do fineHey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.I carry boxes up a hundred stairsAnd she unpacks and laughs and cheersAnd I finally put my suitcase downBetween the picture frames and souvenirsI think I'll stay for a thousand yearsIf we can, gonna build us a promised landIt comes to us secondhandI think we'll do fineAnd if we fail we can follow a bread crumb trailDrop a coin in a wishing wellI think we'll do fineAnd in the end we'll be calling up all our friendsAll our friends think we'll do fine Aus Songtexte Mania