And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry

And I will never, never, never grow so old again

Ruby turned 8-years-old a few weeks ago, and this is a belated birthday message; someday may she walk and talk in gardens all misty and wet with rain.

Like the album it comes from, "Sweet Thing" is mystical, mysterious and somehow defies description. And so lovely it hurts.

All quite fitting in this instance, I think.