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 We'll shoot the breeze Heading up west In an open top deck 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 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
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