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 [bad word] 
 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