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