Airhead

Sun's down A blankness falls on me Count to ten What comes before three Run from the sun That's close to earth's edge Heat burns the air That's why the sky's red I'm asked If I like haute cuisine I can't say 'Cause I don't know what it means Walking I look out by the pier The sea's blue I thought water was clear Do you not really know at all Do you intend to drop the ball I can't tell Don't recall How it went in my head Take my time Fill my mind With good times instead Oblivious Not curious About logic or sense The good times Easy rides I don't deal with immense I'm an Airhead And I like it that way 'Cause when I don't think It keeps worries away