A stack of books with matchbook markers wait
Still heavier in your right hand
But for now there just trophies
Like an employee of the month award
And fevers come and go
While hours still seem to move slow
An old desk lamp is the spotlight tonight
Lethargy and fleeting wishes race for a punch on the typewriter keys
Camouflage soldiers play invisible games in the sea or jungle
While we turn subway cars into surfboards or jungle gyms
An old desk lamp is the spotlight tonight