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