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 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 captains not courageous   Captains tumbling into madness   But there's a main 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 hell gate railway sleepers      But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless   No ambition ever hopeless   So how stands the city on this winters night?   The city on the hill or so they said      The snow is falling down around the armory   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, won't you drive the engines harder, drive   Drive, won't you turn the engines over, drive