Joseph, Better You Than Me

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