All There Is (Album Version)

All There Is (Album) - Dan Fogelberg

Written by：D. Fogelberg

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

Sitting pretty in your trophy room with your shining souvenirs

That just remind you of the wasted time and the lateness of the years

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

Is that all is that all there is

Is that all there must be more than this

Is that all is that all there is

Is that all there must be more than this more than this

Is that all there is

All there be

Is that all there is

All there be

Is that all there is

All there be

Is that all there is