CLUES - Paul Weller



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

Yeah, heading up west - in an open top deck

Trying to remember just what for