to any given day at The Banks House, and all the wonders that you'll see
you'll see the walls painted with colors, smell the cigarettes in the air
yeah the music sound and fury, when all of our friends were here
at the wonderfull 2-story, as the laughter bounced about
and all the people drinking freely, as the jams were kicking out
you were there at the banks house, I remember you
you had hair down past your shoulders, and wore really trendy shoes
you were there with a chick in a miniskirt, we called her Sister Mystery
and one of us was wasted, and it wasn't her or me
cause you spoke to me with really loud words, and you swore that it was true
that you could stay for dinner, and sleep on the couch too.
Alone at night in the downstairs, I hear a mournfull Erie call
as though a tortured soul was vomiting, deep inside the walls
all my memories of the Banks House, this one disturbs me most;
I didn't believe the place was haunted, till I heard the Banks House Ghost.
Today the Banks House stands steady, people always come to stay
we all enjoy the place, and make new friends everyday
If the Banks House could talk, what stories she would tell
of the crazy nights of thunder, and lazy afternoons as well
of the fun had all over the city, and joking about it the next day
of when the San Francisco scene exploded, and the Banks House was the latest rage.
