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.
Writer/s: ALISTAIR IAN STEWART
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