Clues

I'll meet'cha on a bus at dawn, an open top one if it's warm

And if the flowers are in bloom, I'll lose myself to you



I'll be whistling down a street, you'll hear our footsteps start to meet

Then the craziness begins

An' like chalk and cheese, yeh we'll shoot the breeze

Yeh, headed up west in an open top deck

Oh trying to remember just what for



Then we'll talk for hours and hours about nothing much at all

With your long hair falling down, falling down, in curl after curl



And I too shy to ask what I really want to do

Racked with my own self doubt, I stumble and fall

Like a fool in love, my mind in the air

Heaven knows where, yeh, heading up west in an open top deck

Trying to remember just what for