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Cm                                   G#6           G
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
     G                                                    Cm
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
     Cm                                        A#
I must have read the morning paper going into town
     A#                                                        D#
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned

Chorus:
  D#                                            A#
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
     A#7                                                   D#
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
D#/G G#                        D#/G
I   must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
           Fm
The usual place, the usual bunch
   Fm                               Dm7-5              G
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
                   Cm
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

Chorus:
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 its usual frame
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

Chorus:
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 its usual frame
The day before you came

And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came