January 2022 Solo Songwriting Challenge Results

Where the pavement ends and the cattails start
Where it’s not quite light and it’s not quite dark
And Spanish moss hangs down like witches hair
Where gators glide like wicked thoughts
And your last hope is all you got
Sometimes late at night you’ll find me there

Lonely and lost, I fret and cry
And wonder what it’s like to die
I’m twisted up inside like mangrove trees

But then I see, I realize
Something’s rising up before my eyes

There’s a cabin in the swamp
Where pythons squeeze and gators chomp
It’s waiting there for you when all else fades
Come on in, the door’s ajar
You might just find out who you are
You might find your mind in the cabin in the Glades

I go inside, the room is bare
Four plain walls and a wooden chair
So I decide to sit and take my rest
Again my brain gets swept away
With dreams and schemes and yesterday
Worry, greed, shame, and regret

I sat through storms, I sat through tears
Maybe days, might be years
But the fever in my mind wouldn’t break
I heard the wind sigh, “let it go”
But I’m always the last to know
Until I heard the night bird sing “awake”

I open my eyes, my sight is clear
Cabin and swamp both disappear
My soul feels new and clean as morning rain
And I see the world more straight and true
Might not be heaven but it’ll do
Sure am glad to be back home again

So if you’re down and lost your mind
You want to leave this world behind
When you decide to quit this masquerade

Remember that cabin and the wooden chair
Come on down, I might be there
Back in the shack in the everloving Everglades
You might find your mind in the cabin in the Glades