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