The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress
See her as 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 and lord it felt so fine
The moon, a phantom, rose through the mountains and the pines
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 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