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