I must have left my house at eight because I always doMy train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was dueI must have read the morning paper going into townAnd having gotten through the editorial,no doubt I must have frowned.I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine,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 rainedthe day before you came.I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past twoAnd at the time I never even noticed I was blueI must have kept on dragging through the business of the day 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 finishedI finished schoolI must have read the evening paper thenOh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frameThe day before you cameItI must have opened my front door at 8 o'clock or soAnd stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to goI'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TVThere's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't seeI must have gone to bed around a quarter after tenI need a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by thenI must have read a while the latest one by Marilyn PrenchIt's funny,but I had no sense of living without DaneThe day before you cameAnd turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another nightI must have heard the sound of rainThe day before you came