Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned.
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine,
with letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so, the usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained -- the day before you came.
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day,
without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away.
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again, undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame -- the day before you came.
Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so,
and stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see.
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while the latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim -- the day before you came.
And turning out the light, I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night,
and rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain -- the day before you came.