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
