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