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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 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 SongtexteForty 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 Aus Songtexte Mania