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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 rumours 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
When I take the stand
Will he hold my hand
Will my faith stand still or 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
On 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
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
Than me
Better you than me
Better you
Better you
Better you
Than me
The Killers
Joseph, Better You Than Me (feat. Elton John)
Joseph, Better You Than Me (feat. Elton John)
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 rumours 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
When I take the stand
Will he hold my hand
Will my faith stand still or 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
On 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
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
Than me
Better you than me
Better you
Better you
Better you
Than me
