Abba The Day Before You Came

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 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 c