Walls - Gordon Lightfoot

I’m not ashamed

To say that I’ve loved you well

I’m not ashamed

To let you know

I’m just a name that’s all

Scratched upon your wall

You’ve used it well but what the hell

That’s what walls are for

I’m not ashamed

To listen to the fast-fallin' rain

In the morning upon my window

I’m not afraid to cry

I’m not ashamed to try

To be your friend once again

'Cause that’s what’s friends are for

Friends are for sorting out the hang-ups that we hide

Walls are for shutting out the love we feel inside

I’m not ashamed no to talk it over once again

To rearrange my vocabulary

But I can’t seem to find

Any words to change your mind

Because I left them all behind

And that’s what words are for

Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made

Names are for calling when there’s nothing left to say

I’m not ashamed, no, to say that I’ve loved you well

I’m not ashamed, and yet I know

I’m just a name, that’s all

Scratched upon your wall

You’ve used it well, but what the hell

That’s what walls are for

I’m not ashamed of wearing out my old grey socks

Chasing you around the back woods

I’m not ashamed to darn

Nor to proud to find some yarn

To sew them up once again

'Cause that’s what socks are for