The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress
See her as she fliesGolden sails across the skiesClose enough to touchBut careful if you tryThough she looks as warm as goldThe moon's a harsh mistressThe moon can be so cold
Once the sun did shineAnd Lord it felt so fineThe moon a phantom roseThrough the mountains and the pineAnd then the darkness fellThe moon's a harsh mistressIt's hard to love her well
I fell out of her eyesI fell out of her heartI fell down on my face, yes I didAnd I tripped and I missed my starAnd I fell and fell aloneThe moon's a harsh mistressThe sky is made of stone
The moon's a harsh mistressShe's hard to call your own