Clues

Ill meetcha on a bus at dawn
An open top one if its warm
And if the flowers are in bloom
Ill lose myself to you
Ill be whistling down a street
Youll hear our footsteps start to meet
Then the craziness begins
An like chalk and cheese
Well shoot the breeze
Heading up west
In an open top deck
Trying to remember just what for
Then well talk for hours and hours
About nothing much at all
With your long hair 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