Lyric

(Oh)

I do what I can

(Oh)

For what I am

(Oh)

I do what I can

(Oh)

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

(Oh)

I do what I can

(Oh)

For what I am

(Oh)

I do what I can

(Oh)

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

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