Dan Fogelberg - All there is

In the eyes of the world, your touch is like ^Ggold ^D Your reputation's so cool and cruel and con^Gtrolled ^{A G} You count your money in your ^Dsus2prison tower Made of ^Emconcrete, glass, and ^Dsteel ^G Feeling cosy in the ^Dsus2hollow warmth Of a^Emnother business ^Adeal ^D

You've climbed your way to the top, but lately it ^Gseems ^D That there's a hole in the heart of the American ^Gdream, woah, ^Aoh oh oh ^G Sitting pretty in your ^Dsus2trophy room With your ^Emshining souve^Dnirs ^G That just remind you of the ^Dsus2wasted time And the ^Emlateness of the ^Ayears ^D

Is that all there ^Gis? ^D Is that all? There must be more than ^Gthis ^{D G D G D}

In the eyes of the world, your touch is like ^Ggold ^D Your reputation's so cool and cruel and con^Gtrolled, woah, ^Aoh oh oh ^G In a moment it could ^Dsus2all be gone In the ^Emtwinkling of an ^Deye ^G Then what's your pile of precious ^Dsus2pride worth then If you've ^Emnever wondered ^Dwh^Ay ^D

Is that all there ^Gis? ^D Is that all? There must be more than ^Gthis ^D

Is that all there ^Gis? ^D Is that all? There must be more than ^Gthis

More than ^Dthis Is that all there ^Gis? All there ^Dis Is that all there ^Gis? All there ^Dis Is that all there ^Gis?