Is This All There Is? - Los Lobos

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

They came to cry and laugh 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?

And they all came to talk about it

They came to cry and laugh and fight about it

All searching for the promised land

Tired souls with empty hands

Asking to themselves

Is this all there is?