In this city with no footpath
  There's a building with no people
  There is crime and gun decisions
  There's a street of heat and hawkers
  There's a house of hope and drifters
  There's a gang that shoots then listens
  
  There's a place that knows no poverty
  A town without pollution
  There's a soul with good intentions
  
  There are canyons full of movie stars
  Churches made of metal
  There are mountains made of muscle
  We have leaders who are anxious
  We have captain not courageous
  Captains tumbling into madness
  
  But there's a man who makes no enemies
  A body never breathless
  No ambition ever hopeless
  
  Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
  Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven
  Oh
  Up on bedlam bridge
  Waiting
  
  In these locked and shackled neighborhoods
  Bridge and tunnel diplomats
  See the golden ghetto's creeper
  
  Crazy flags from history
  Songs for the White House gangsters
  Guns for hellgate railway sleepers
  
  But there's a man who makes no enemies
  A body never breathless
  No ambition ever hopeless
  
  So how stands the city on this winter's night?
  The city on the hill or so they said
  The now is falling down around the armoury
  The city's closing in around my head
  
  Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
  Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven
  Oh
  Up on bedlam bridge
  Waiting
  
  Drive
  Drive the engines harder
  Drive
  
  Drive
  Won't you turn the engines over
  Drive