The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.

I ain't looking to compete with you, beat, or cheat, or mistreat you, simplify you, classify you, deny, defy, or crucify you. All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you.

God knows there's a heaven.

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.

It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.