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