"All There Is" by Dan 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 
Sittin' 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