Walls, ©1967 by 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 ashame, 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 gray 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
Now that's what socks are for