Downstairs they're playing Kenton. The house set to swing. I 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. But I do what I can. I do what I can. Downstairs he's playing Kenton. The Magnavox sighs. But 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. 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 Kennedys 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. And that's who I am. But it's good to be alive. And these are the choices. We make to survive. You do what you can. (Sheryl Crow/Bill Bottrell/Kevin Gilbert/Dan Schwartz).