We Are All Alone

Soon enough, I’ll be walking out your door
While all the cups of coffee are in disorder on the kitchen floor

And I’ll be painted on your wall
Although the paint it’s almost gone
I’ll be flying away but you will be happy

Henry Carvin killed his wife Karen Sousa; he came out of the shower and beat her down with a hammer, then he calmly sat down at the edge of a table
Drank some whiskey, smoked his pipe and then the cops came by

He was wearing nothing but a towel; he was using nothing but his smile
He will be locked away, but he will be happy
Now understand why I need to go
I can’t be painted on your wall
I’ll be flying away but I will be happy