The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress

See her how she flies

Golden sails across the sky

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

Lord, it felt so fine

The moon a phantom rose

Through the mountains and the pines

And then the darkness fell

And the moon's a harsh mistress

It's so 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, and I, I tripped and I missed my star

God, I fell and I fell alone, I fell alone

And the moon's a harsh mistress

And the sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress

She's hard to call your own.