Nothing Is Busted

She didn't look forward
She didn't look back
She didn't brace her heart
For cruel attack
Oh, whoa, oh

Asked to live happy
Without enough means
Moth-eaten blankets
And broken machines

He wouldn't look upward
He wouldn't look down
He wouldn't give in
To the harm swarming 'round
Oh, whoa, oh

He was asked to live happy
Without ample means
Just empty cupboards
And broken machines

Half-way between them
Is a deep, cool lake
I hope they can find it
Before something else breaks
Oh, whoa, oh

The rest of the world
Is not to be trusted
They must meet in the place
Where nothing is busted
Where nothing is busted