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