| Take the young ones to the desert, teach them how the arrow flies
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| How to smell the beast upon the wind and run with mother nature’s loving lies
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| Show them how to balance what is wrong and what is right
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| And make their own directions through the longest, darkest night
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| Oh, you need that rite of passage before you can continue on
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| That brave self understanding you can lean your dreams upon
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| You may want for children, you may crave for man and wife
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| But you need that rite of passage to the summer of your life
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| Show the children to the master, put the tools into their hands
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| Show them how to work the grain and how to hold the ever moving sand
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| Place with them the knowledge of the far and of the near
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| And lead them through the waiting storms that will never ever clear
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| You need that rite of passage before you can continue on
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| That brave self understanding you can lean your dreams upon
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| You may want for children, you may crave for man and wife
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| But you need that rite of passage to the summer of your life
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| It’s a sad deluded vision this creature of our times
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| Its body now is broken, its smile it rarely has the chance to shine
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| It stands so high and mighty with its never ending needs
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| While somewhere in the beating heart the earth it vainly pleads
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| You need that rite of passage before you can continue on
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| That brave self understanding you may lean your dreams upon
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| You may want for children, you may crave for man and wife
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| But you need that rite of passage to the summer of your life |