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, the phantom roads
Through the mountains and the pines
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 ago
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