The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress

See her as she flies
Golden sails across the skies
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold

The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine
Good Lord, it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness fell

The moon's a harsh mistress
It's hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face, yes I did
I tripped and I missed my star
I fell and fell alone

The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own