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« Joseph better you than me »
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 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
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
Oh 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
When 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...
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
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
Oh 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
When 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...
Well your eyes just haven’t been the same, Joseph
