The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress

See her as she flies Golden saills 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 ? 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