| Song | The Queen of the Rummage Sale |
| Artist | Bishop Allen |
| Album | Ep Collection Vol. 1 |
| 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 âem 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 |
| She was the queen of the rummage sale | |
| The curator of a great collage | |
| She would rescue every beautiful thing | |
| The brickabrack, 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 |