text: Well your eyes just havent been the same, Joseph
  Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph?
  Theres 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 whats 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 theyve driven you so far
  That you think youre 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
  Youre a maker, a creator
  Not just somebodys 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?
  And the desert, its 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
  Better you than me 
  Better you than me, yeah
  Well, the holy night is upon you 
  Do you see both sides, do they shove you around?
  Better you than me, Joseph 
  Better you than me, Joseph, Joseph
  Joseph, Joseph 
  Better you than me 
  Well, your eyes just havent been the same, Joseph