Downstairs they're playing Kenton, the house set to swing

Lay in my bed and listen to everything

'Cause Leo's in rare form tonight, his trombone sings so sweet

This is the room where they all come to meet He said, "I do what I can, I live for the moment

And that's who I am, yeah, that's who I am

And isn't it good, if we could freeze moments in time

We all would, I do what I can, do what I can" Downstairs he's playing Kenton, the Magnavox sighs

And, oh, how the music has changed in all of our lives

He says "Nobody listens to modern jazz

And I'll never have what those guys have" And he says "I do what I can, I work for a living

And that's who I am, yeah, that's who I am

And it's good to be alive but everything's different

Since Leo died, I do what I can" Is this the end of the modern world? What could it mean for a young girl?

Who sees the pain on his face, he does what he can

The procession on the TV screen, what could it possibly mean?

For a man who's come this far just to turn around Could there still be life in Kenton's swing?

With the Kennedy's gone and everything

Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors

Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers

Riots down the street and discontented mothers

We do what we can Downstairs it's quiet, less alive somehow

Somehow he was everything that I am now And he says "I do what I can, I work for a living

And that's who I am, that's who I am

But it's good to be alive and these are the choices

We make to survive, do what you can"