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