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