Written by David Crosby And Dean Parks

Charlie was a message from a higher place
Waiting for delivery, could see it in his face
Charlie was a cloud layer, held a mountain in his hands
He flew like a raindrop
Didn't like to land
Charlie didn't like crowds all up in his face
He was a long distance runner in the human race
Charlie was a vision, stick to your mind
Like a big wet kiss on the face of time
Charlie had a dog friend, best old friend he had
Didn't understand good
Didn't know about bad
Good is a concept like a loaf of bread
Feed the living, say grace for the dead
Charlie was eating food for thought
It was the best damn meal that he ever got
Feeling ethereal
He floated away
He did not worry
He did it twice a day
Charlie was a message