Omega Dayby Bill Fay, 1971
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”

Omega Day
by Bill Fay, 1971

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”