Did we ever find that ladder* That went straight up to the moon? Did we ever find that painting, Of a man who climbed too soon? A man is made, a town is born A city grows and burns its home A drop falls, a pool is born A lake grows and joins the storm We're on the edges of these sinking walls, One makes hate and one not enough We're hunting witches and it's tearing me apart And I'd like to say, we can show it up We fight them in the alleys We fought them in the snow Six bullets making changes All I know I couldn't care for a spreading disease I couldn't care for a sultry song I know there is no time if nobody counts I've got no more use for medicine