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