The Moon’s a Harsh Mistress

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