I Don't Get Excited Much Anymore

You learn at first
 That word is cursed
 That home is just a locked door
 You whisper and shout
 At despair and doubt
 They can knock until they are sore
 Because I'm never around
 I'm a picture without sound
 I'm a ceiling without a floor
 Even in this fabulous confusion
 I don't get excited much anymore
 Our place in town
 Is being stripped down
 Into gunpowder, grease, and gears
 Where will we go
 To sing and dance slow
 And reel in our remaining years?
 Wrapped up in airs
 As we try not to care
 As our hobbies become chores
 Down here every night is a weekend
 I don't get excited much anymore
 I might buy the place
 Clean up its face
 Find a payment I can afford
 I wouldn't change
 I'd just rearrange
 That jukebox and dartboard
 Even rumours need rest
 There's plastic in the press
 And each of you can keep the score
 Down here every night is a weekend
 I don't get excited much anymore