the real tuesday weld - the day before you came

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 noticing, I must have shut 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 tube back home again, Undoubtedly I mus