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?
  
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  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?
  
  (Chorus)