Inside a bar of a sleeping town
There lay a sleeping man he wore a frown
A stranger woke him he looked around
Then he spoke I wrote it down

He said, "My climbing rope is broken
And I cannot stay awake
Better fix it, son, no joking
For the omega day is come"

I went over to the stranger’s side
I began to speak but he read my mind
He said, "You know me from long ago"
Then he turned I watched him go

I said, "My climbing rope is broken
And I cannot stay awake
Better fix it, son, no joking
For the omega day is come"