We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits dliding 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 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 shiefs with frozen smiles holdihg unsteady courses Grip the reins of History highon their battle horses And meeting as good statesmen do before the TV eyes of millions Hand to hand exchange the lie pretend to make the Clasp