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,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 aloneWith 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 DeanThere I will be,Under the peach trees with him