Are you bad at dealing with the fame, Joseph

There's a pale moonshine above you

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

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

Our decisions rest on a man

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

(On the years since you left gave you time to sit back and reflect)

Better you than me (Better you than me)

Yes

Well the Holy night is upon you (Better you than me)

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