I'll leave you with some parting words:

Hello darkness my old friend.
The construction industry is slow again.
No more sounds of saws singing.
No more echoes of hammers ringing.
And the vision of all the money in their brains
No longer remains
With the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked through all
The empty streets with no alcohol.
In the stores I find empty racks.
I looked at the decaying railroad tracks,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a hotel light.
There's "Vacancy" tonight.
Rooms filled with the sound of silence.

In the Commission Meetings I saw
A hundred people, maybe more.
Some people talking without thinking.
What Would Jesus Do about all the drinking?
Campaign promises, in which, nobody cared.
But no one dared
To break the sound of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the Longhorn's steak that was just made.
And all the spirits were pouring.
The Bacchanalian revelry was roaring.
And the signs said, "East Ellijay" was just "15 miles" away,
And here you can stay.
And Fannin lives on with the sound of silence.

Peace I'm Out!!!