A Hand Of Thumbs - Ian Anderson

My hand of thumbs is shaking

I am so glad to meet you

All tongue-tied and twisted

My lips stuck like glue

More than a lifetime to say, «How are you?»

More than an ocean to cross becalmed

Less than a second to sink in silence

Yours truly, I remain disarmed

Saw you peeping from the corner

Your eyes seemed to call hello

I’m all too easily mistaken

My feet unsteady as they go

Was I a suave and confident trickster

I would sweep you up and carry you down

To raspberry meadows under diamond skies

And just mess around.

Just mess around