We lived up in Cambridge   And browsed in the hippest newsstands   The we started our own newspaper   Gave the truth about Uncle Sam   We loved to be so radical   But like a ragged love affair   Some became disenchanted   And some of us just got scared      Now are you playing possum   Keeping a low profile   Are you playing possum for a while      Then you moved to the country   Bought a farm and tilled the land   Then you took your books to India   And got hooked on a holy man   But the wells they do run dry   And the speeches turn to words   And the woods are full of tigers   And freedom's for the birds      Now are you playing possum   Keeping a low profile   Are you playing possum for a while      Now you run a bookstore   And you've taken on a wife   You wear patches on your elbows   And you live an easy life   But are you finally satisfied   Is it what you were lookin' for   Or does it sneak up on you   That there might be something more      Now are you playing possum   Keeping a low profile   Are you playing possum for a while