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 the 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
Till 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
Arthur Kane