Three o'clock in the morning
The isolation makes it so much colder
This bridge; it's important for some reason

Movement above; the Cong
Mortors fly in arcs through the sky
Mayhem screams in horrid surround sound

I wake up in a cold sweat
It was that same damn vivid dream 
Irritated, I shift uneasily in my cardboard home

Three o'clock in the morning
The isolation makes it so much colder
This bridge; the safest home I've found so far