I 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
I 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