Lyrics

There is a bar on Geary Street
Where sins confessed are washed away
And I confess that in my youth
I went there sometimes every day

For the weight of one day’s sin
Was more than I could bear
So off I’d go to Geary Street
To find forgiveness there

How I miss those days of youth
When I thought I could be washed clean
Now my trips to Geary Street
Are few and far between

But a wicked life is slow to pass
So here I am again
To lift a glass with you my friends
And be washed clean of sin

(tag) Of all the places to confess
Right here my friends is surely best

[Lyrics by Angus Stocking]