The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

See her as she fly 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? 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