Al Stewart - Midas Shadow       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.