We gathered in dorms, every campus alike, as they read out the numbers,controlling our livesWe were quiet and thoughtful 'cause nobody knew if the axe of the draftwould hit me or hit youOur student deferments had ran out of steam and the nation had called fornew blood in the streamConsciences objection is not right for me 'cause I thought that sometimesyou must fight to be freeBut the voices in Asia seemed distant and hoarse, I knew that they werefighting for freedom of choiceThat phrase that belied segregation is tops when they needed excuses toburn up a busBut right now my eyes were glued to t.v. as they read out my number, 123I was save, tucked away with my books in my bed as visions of chemistrydanced in my headWas my protesting nature elevating through zen or was I just a wolf in aliberal sheep skinAs I look 'round the room at the faces of friends who would soon be shavedbald and subjected to whims of a drill sergeant, hell bent on making themmen, I regained my conviction to make the war end and to do what I could inmy own little way to right every wrong that my forefathers madeWith the fathers explaining to teary-eyed wives that their sons will growup in the lottery of lives(Funny)