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