Jethro Tull - Clasp Lyrics
We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits dlidingCold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods-a-hidingMeeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channelAfraid to chance a gentle touch - afraid to make the Clasp.In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of agesOn ring roads, nose to bumper crawl commuters in their cagesCriptic signals flash across from pilots in the fast laneDouble-locked and belted in - too late to make the Clasp.Let's break the journey now on some lonely roadSit down as strangers will, let the stress unloadTalk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fearRefill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and wish good luck.Synthetic shiefs with frozen smiles holdihg unsteady coursesGrip the reins of History, high on their battle horsesAnd meeting as good statesmen do before the TV eyes of millionsHand to hand exchange the lie - pretend to make the Clasp
