Well, your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph

 

Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph?

 

There's a pale moonshine above you

 

Do you see both sides? Do they shove you around?

 



Is the touchstone forcing you to hide, Joseph?

 

Are the rumors eating you alive, Joseph?

 

When the holy night is upon you

 

Will you do what's right, the position is yours

 



From the temple walls to the New York night

 

Our decisions rest on a child

 

When she took her stand did she hold your hand?

 

Will your faith stand still or run away, run away?

 



When they've driven you so far that you think you're gonna drop

 

Do you wish you were back there at the carpenter shop?

 

With the plane and the lathe, the work never drove you mad

 

You're a maker, a creator, not just somebody's dad

 



From the temple walls to the New York night

 

Our decisions rest on a man

 

When I take the stand will he hold my hand?

 

Will my faith stand still or run away, run away?

 



And the desert, it's a hell of a place to find heaven

 

Forty years lost in the wilderness looking for God

 

And you climb to the top of the mountain

 

Looking down on the city where you were born

 

All the years since you left gave you time to sit back and reflect

 



Better you than me, better you than me

 

Better you than me, yes

 

When the holy night is upon you

 

Better you, better you

 

Do you see both sides? Do they shove you around?

 



Better you than me, Joseph

 

Better than you than me, better you than me

 

Joseph, Joseph, Joseph, Joseph

 

Than me, better you than me

 

Better you, better you, better you than me

 



Well, your eyes just haven't been the same, Joseph