The Day Before You Came by Steven Wilson (ABBA )

Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I&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&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 Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away At five I must have left, there&no exception to the rule A matter of routine, I&done it ever since I finished school The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then Oh yes, I&sure my life was well within its usual frame The day before you came Must have opened my front door at eight o&or so And stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go I&sure I had my dinner watching something on tv There¬, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn&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&funny, but I had no sense of living without aim The day before...