Sweet Ruth who taught me to smile, taught me to forget
All my past, to start over new. I remember years ago:
Blonde hair that cascaded down her neck and shoulders
And smelled like life, endless nights of chatting in stairwells,
Ice on sunburnt skin, and singing in the dark in Mt. Jewel.
She'd smile now if I just said 'mexican blanket,' or 'Supertones,'
And I'd smile now if she only said hello.