The Moon’s a Harsh Mistress

See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
She's 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 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
I tripped and missed my start
God, I fell and fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own
The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone