Lyrics

Climbing high to the mountain top Reaching up to the sky above Asking to myself Is this all there is? Sailing into the ocean blue Trying to find at least one clue On a paper scrawled Is this all there is? And they all came to talk about it They came to cry and laugh and fight about it All searching for the promised land Tired souls with empty hands Asking to themselves Is this all there is? Fifteen years on a sewing machine Where twisted hands don't mean a thing Wondering to herself Is this all there is? Baby crying in an old tin cup Wanting more but there's never enough While her mother sighs Is this all there is? And they all came to talk about it They came to cry and laugh and fight about it All searching for the promised land Tired souls with empty hands Asking to themselves Is this all there is?