Bric-a-brac they fill the yard a little crowded they’re on guard
6 a.m. on Sunday they’ve got to clear it out by Monday, yard sale
sagging stuffed animals and food-stained baby clothes
all the clutter they’ve been keeping all the clutter they’ve been heaping
keeping till it grows and grows and grows and grows until it turns into another
yard sale yard sale……

hidden under magazines and mismatched saucers and broken toasters
they’ve carelessly tossed her bloated paperbacks of romance and mystery
spiky high heels with a lot of history caught a little lady gonna make her mine caught a little lady gonna make her mine caught a little lady gonna make her mine
I’m sure I was meant to find her at this yard sale yard sale

Tell her all your fears give her all your hope she has a way of helping you cope
Hidden in a niche and buried in a wall she escaped the fires of the images fall
A sliver of sun and ancient belief hide her from the priest and bury her deep hide her from the priest and bury her deep
Because you were meant to keep her safe from a yard sale yard sale…………
Caught a little lady gonna ladle her mind