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
And at the time I never
even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging
through the business of the day
And 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
The 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, but I had no sense of
living without aim
The day before you came

And turning out the light
I must have yawned and settled
in for yet another night
And rattling on the roof
I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came