Midas Shadow - Al Stewart

    You 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 jackdaw reasons
    The Midas shadow that's so hard to please
    And 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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