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 and Lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose through the mountains and the pine 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 and I tripped and I missed my star And 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