What's that in your eye something's got you down swear it was a tear from a crying clown You can talk to me I can sit and listen offer sympathy and not take a position Cry if you want to don't just smile for me tell me how you're feeling don't pretend you're happy When you're by yourself little things get heavy you could use some help with the load you carry When it's all a little much an you haven't got a crutch to lean on you can turn to me and say I've had a lousy day