Peach Trees

Is true love a trip to China town?

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 tree

Under, under

Under the peach tree

With him