I never finished the book
There's always someone to be loved
Or to be forgotten
But if you take a long look
Well there's always someone young and fresh
Or cold and rotten
One in a million people touch you
How do I explain
Sincerely I remain, Arthur Kane
I was a New York Doll
I was really something
On a map that never ends
I was the pulse of it all
But there's always poison
To drink alone or to share with friends
One in a million people hit you
Like a window pane
Sincerely I remain, Arthur Kane
I found myself in the church
I needed something
Bigger than the world I knew
But in the library of your memory
People live in their books
Til the pages close
Close on me
Like they're gonna close on you
One in a million people matter
Then they go again
Sincerely I remain, Arthur Kane
