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.

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