You've got your ticket and your hotel keys
And your overnight bag at your feet
YOu're looking down on the tropical trees

While the Spanish maids pick up the sheets
Conquistador in search of gold
For all the jack-daw reasons

The Midas shadow that's so hard to please
Follows wherever you go.


Nothing ventured, nothing gained they said
So you played for the winner takes all
And tossed the dice high up and craned your head

To see how the numbers would fall
You stole the game so easily
Your luck ran with the seasons

But still the shadow that the night won't free just
Follows wherever you go.


Another day, another boarding card,
As you wait for your seat on the 'plane
The movie runs but you're still working hard

And you don't touch your food or champagne
I know that when your well runs dry
YOu'll want to know the reason

The empty night will bring you no reply
As it follows wherever you go.