All There Is
In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
Your reputation's so cool and cruel and
controlled
You count your money in your prison tower
Made of concrete, glass, and steel
Feeling cozy in the hollow warmth
Of another business deal.
You've climbed your way to the top, but lately
it seems
That there's a hole in the heart of the
American dream
Sittin' pretty in your trophy room
With your shining souvenirs
That just remind you of the wasted time
And the lateness of the years.
CHORUS
Is that all?
Is that all there is?
Is that all?
There must be more than this.
In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
Your reputation's so cool and cruel and
controlled
In a moment it could all be gone
In the twinkling of an eye
Then what's your pile of precious pride worth
then
If you've never wondered why.
CHORUS "All There Is"
Words and music by Daniel Fogelberg
From the album River Of Souls
©1993 Hickory Grove Music (ASCAP)
Dan Fogelberg: Acoustic Guitars, Electric
Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
Russ Kunkel: Drums
Mike Porcaro: Bass
Mike Hanna: Keyboards
Alex Acuña: Congas, Udu
Larry Klein: Fretless Bass FX
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