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 papers going into town And having gotten through the editorials, 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 second cigarette at half past two 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 six I must have left, there's no exception to the rule A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school A train back home again, undoubtedly I must have read the evening papers then Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its 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 a single episode of House of Cards that I have failed to 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 Margaret Atwood book or something in that style It's funny that I had no sense of living without A, the day before you came And turning out the light I must have yawned and settled in for yet another night Rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came