The clasp lyrics

Artist  : Jethro tull 
Song : The clasp
 
We travellers on the endless wastes in single
orbits,
gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the
channel
afraid to chance a gentle touch ---
afraid to make the clasp.

In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent
of ages.
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash
across from pilots in the fast lane.
Double-locked
and belted in --- too late to make the clasp.

Let's break the journey now on some lonely road.
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress
unload.
Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken
fear.
Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
wish good luck.

Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding
unsteady courses.
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle
horses.
And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V.
eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie
---
pretend to make the clasp.