I'm not ashamed to listen to the fast falling 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
That's what's friends are for

Friends are (Em) for (Am) sorting out the (D) hangups that we (G) hide
Walls are (Em) for (Am) shutting out the (D) love we feel in(G)side (F)

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 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 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