Текст песни 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 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