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 
The came to cry and laught 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?