The Day Before You Came - ABBA

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. 
The day before you came. 

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, 
And 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 
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, 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. 

I must have read a while 
The latest one by Marilyn French 
Or something in that style, 

It´s funny but I had no sence 
Of living without aim, 
The day before you came. 

And turning out the light 
I must have yawned and cuddled up 
To yet another night 

And rattling on the roof. 
I must have heard the sound of rain 
The day before you came.