By the Fingers of My Hand

Used to be made by hand Now it's done by machine Used to scribe with a quill Now we scroll down a screen Used to hear talk was clear Now it's reeled into spin I don't subscribe with that view And I'm not taken in But I still by the fingers of the hand Like to turn the leaves of a book From a dusty shelf I found But I still by the fingers of my hand Like to paint a brush upon a canvas From a palette that I found Wore my feet down to cobblestone On a steeply winding street Oh how the rain was teeming down Made rapids through my feet Well Heaven knows When waterfalls fall through toes Isn't as far as my imagination goes But I still by the fingers of my hand Like to pick chords endlessly With a string and wind band A string and wind band Well Heaven knows When string and wind blows Isn't as far as My imagination goes