Holding All The Globes

I was waiting for you
Holding all the globes in my hand
With a stack of papers
Held together by a rubber band

This lecture's boring
Too much talking about one man
Not a single moment
Tucked inside your lesson plan

I regret to inform you
We won't need ya here no more
This building's crowded
And here my friend is the exit door

With the map turned sideways
You can get lost any way you go
These are directions
They must be clear if you want to know

I was waiting for you
Holding all the globes in my hand
With a stack of papers
Held together by a rubber band