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

And Lord it felt so fine

The moon a phantom rose

Through the mountains and the pine

And then the darkness fell

And the moon's a harsh mistress

It's hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes

And I fell out of her heart

I fell down on my face

Yes I did

And I tripped and I missed my star

Then I fell and fell alone

And the moon's a harsh mistress

And the sky's made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress

She's hard to call your own