Dan Fogelberg - All There Is Intro: 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 cosy 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, woah, oh oh oh Sitting pretty in your trophy room With your shining souvenirs That just remind you of the wasted time And the lateness of the years Chorus: