Words and Music © Matthew Ebel Entertainment

It’s hard to get lost out on Block Island.
Nine miles of dry and that’s all you see.
But somewhere between Water Street
and the drunks I meet
I lost my feet and got
caught in a current pulling me out to the sea.

It’s hard to find peace out on Block Island
‘cept the peace you make, and that ain’t no lie.
Everywhere there’s tourists honking at me
and it makes me want to cry.
But still I try, try, try…

I try to get lost out on Block Island.

It’s hard to stay dry out on Block Island–
dry like a mudslide at The Oar.
Well if I can just numb the pain
with the rum and the rain
I might stay sane,
but I don’t think that I can drink much more.

Can I get lost out on Block Island?

And all that I can think of is being in your arms.
All that I can think of is being in your arms.
All that I can think of is your arms.

So can we get lost out on Block Island?