Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The Day Before You Came
[with apologies to Abba and Blancmange]
I must have left my house at eight, unlike I usually did
My train, I'm certain, left me out of pocket thirty quid
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the rush hour people-jam, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made the exhibition around a quarter after ten
With ID badge to be worn, and heaps of free gifts waiting for me then
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so - a mug of soup, some crisps to crunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it never rained
The day before you came
I must have grabbed my seventh goodie bag at half past three
And at the time I never even noticed I was free
I must have kept on striding through the business of the day
Without really suffering at all - I spent my life alone, OK
At four I must have left, a complete exception to the rule
No matter of routine, not done it ever since I started school
The train back home again, undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well outside its usual frame
The day before you came
I must have opened my front door at six o'clock or so
And fired up the grill to cook some nice pork chops quite slow
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Brookside that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after eleven
I don't need lots of sleep, but I was knackered so I went to bed by then
I must have written my diary, the latest mundane paragraphs or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without blame
The day before you came
And turning out the light
I must have yawned and snuggled up for yet another night
And in my naïve state I thought tomorrow would be the same
The day before you came
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