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 bein' 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 waitin' in restaurants Readin' 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 Oh under the peach trees Under the peach trees Under Under Under the peach trees With him