Never wanted to be rich or famous   Only wanted to move out of my parents' basement   Make my living doing something that makes people happy.      Seems so easy,    Seems so easty, oh.      Where did all my money go?   If you say I sold my soul   Then you don't know what I know.   Where did all my money go?   If I sold out long ago   Then why am I still broke?      Please allow me to address a few small misconceptions   About my motivations.   I'll tell you the truth   Yes, we're in it for the money.   Otherwise we'd never get from one place to another, yeah.   That's what I used to think. Yeah.   Before I knew anything about anything, oh.      Where did all my money go?   If you say I sold my soul   Then you don't know what I know.   Where did all my money go?   If I sold out long ago   Then why am I still broke?      We hold our lightning jars up high and wait for thunderstorms   To rain down fireflies   Our hope is all we bring back in our jars   Empty though they seem to be   But still we sing, oh yeah.   That's what I learned to think. Yeah.   That what this business did to me, oh.