She met me in a hollow log Out on Highway 43 Yeah my head was full of smog My heart long washed out to sea She wore a smile without fear Her tattered scarf like a shroud She said I'm here to set you free From your silver lining in the clouds' So I backstroked through my beer One long last lonely lap And as the diesel ground down the gear I thought man, this is a trap She said 'ask the lonely faces That stare upon us from the crowd You'll take an outbound shuttle Your silver lining in the clouds' So I put a quarter in the slot 'Cause they wouldn't talk for free But they didn't have to speak at all Their eyes said it all to me Their hearts all looked like donuts in the day old bakery And I felt very well endowed In my silver lining in the clouds So I packed my briefcase full of rain My brass knuckles and snow chains Took 'em down and got 'em framed Made a portrait of my pain Now every time I doubt her I feel so very much ashamed My bloodshot picture talks out loud About my silver lining in the clouds My silver lining in the clouds My silver lining in the clouds