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
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
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 The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style It''s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
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