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 

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