Clues - Paul Weller

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