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