Nothing Is Broken

I don't think I can understand it, You work some job, you live, you die, Show me just one man who can stand it, I show no reason, in his eyes, This road is open, This road is long, Nothing is broken, Until it's gone, We drift like reckless non-believers, Across a cruel and sensless land, A generation catching fevers, And blindly walking hand in hand, This road is open, This road is long, Nothing is broken, Until it's gone, Cold Cold wind, Takes it's hold, Cracks my skin, Thorns are frain, Here's my soul, Reach my pain, Instrumental There's nothing waiting to betray us, No great conspiracy or fraud, The only thing that's sure to slay us, Is fated in the arms of God. This road is open, This road is long, Nothing is broken, Until it's gone.