Al Stewart - Midas Shadow

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.