Lyric

I do what I can

For what I am

I do what I can

For what I am

I’m mostly household dust

Who once fell ill to wanderlust

Now I

Just sit right here and

Decompose

Inviting strangers to my home

I do what I can

For what I am

I do what I can

For what I am

I’m mostly household Dust

I’d blow away

With a great big gust

So I

Just sit right here in

Miles of sand

With photographs from

Foreign lands

Come inside and get some sleep

You’ll freeze out there

Just take it from me

And I’ve got

Tons of books to read

But you don’t know how

行かないで！

I’ve got a prodigal son

I left his room just how it was

Hoping

He’ll come back home to Detroit

And he’ll still be

My little boy