Peach Trees lyrics

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,

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 with him