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

good lord

it felt so fine

the moon a phantom rose

though with the mountains and the pine

then the darkness fell

the moon's a harsh mistress

it's hard to love her well

i fell out of her eyes

fell out of her heart

fell down on my face

i tripped and missed my star

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