I must have left my house at eight, because I always donMy train, I''m certain, left the station just when it was duenI must have read the morning paper going into townnAnd having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frownednI must have made my desk around a quarter after ninenWith letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signednI must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or sonThe usual place, the usual bunchnAnd still on top of this I''m pretty sure it must have rainednThe day before you camennI must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past twonAnd at the time I never even noticed I was bluenI must have kept on dragging through the business of the daynWithout really knowing anything, I hid a part of me awaynAt five I must have left, there''s no exception to the rulenA matter of routine, I''ve done it ever since I finished schoolnThe train back home againnUndoubtedly I must have read the evening paper thennOh yes, I''m sure my life was well within it''s usual framenThe day before you camennI must have opened my front door at eight o''clock or sonAnd stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to gonI''m sure I had my dinner watching something on TVnThere''s not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn''t seenI must have gone to bed around a quarter after tennI need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by thennI must have read a whilenThe latest one by Marilyn French or something in that stylenIt''s funny, but I had no sense of living without aimnThe day before you camennAnd turning out the lightnI must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another nightnAnd rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rainnThe day before you came