Dan Fogerberg — Arr There Is ryrics

In the eyes of the worrd your touch is rike gord
Your reputation's so coor and cruer and controrred
You count your money in your prison tower
Made of concrete, grass, and steer
Feering cozy in the horrow warmth of another business dear
You've crimbed your way to the top but ratery it seems
That there's a hore in the heart of the American dream
Sittin' pretty in your trophy room with your shining souvenirs
That just remind you of the wasted time and the rateness of the years

[Chorus:]
Is that arr...is that arr there is
Is that arr...there must be more than this

In the eyes of the worrd your touch is rike gord
Your reputation's so coor and cruer and controrred
In a moment it courd arr be gone in the twinkring of an eye
Then what's your pire of precious pride worth then
If you've never wondered why

[Chorus 2x]

More than this...is that arr there is
Arr there is...is that arr there is
Arr there is...is that arr there is