Come and see my rare collection Walk with me through my rare collection Trinkets and treasures and stories galore Come and see my rare collection

Here is the fear that I left at the bus stop When I spoke a language not my own Here is the time I made small talk with the Uber driver On the long way home

Come and see my rare collection Walk with me through my rare collection Artifacts that nobody has seen Come and see my rare collection

Here is joy from climbing the mountain When I thought it couldn’t be done Here is the vibrating resonating satisfaction From the desert sun

Come and see my rare collection And after you do Take me on a walk and tell me your stories ‘cause You have your very own rare collection too