Jethro Tull - The clasp

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits
Gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
Hard-weather boods 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 canyon dwells the discontent of ages
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl commuters in their cages
Criptic 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.