Peach Trees

Is true love a trip to Chinatown

Or being held in one's opium gaze

Under the peach trees

There I'll sit and wait

Is true love a long walk through

Bryant park

Or being held in the month of May

Under the peach trees, under the peach trees

Under the peach trees, there I will be

Will be until you come and get me'

Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants

Reading the critics and comics alone

With a waiter with a face made for currency

Like a coin in ancient Rome

And I really do wish you were here next to me'

Cause I'm going to see

James Dean

There I will be, under the peach trees

Under the peach trees, under, under

Under the peach trees with him