The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress
See her how she flies

Golden sails across the skies

Close enough to touch

But careful if you try

Those she looks as warm as gold

The moon is a harsh mistress

The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine

And Lord it felt so fine

The moon of phantom rose

Through the mountains and the pie

And then the darkness fell

The moon is 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

And I drift and met my star

I fell, I fell alone

The moon is a harsh mistress

The sky is made of stone

The moon is a harsh mistress

She's hard to call your own