Erica Jong - Cheever's People lyrics

These beautifully grown men. These hungerers. Look at them looking! They're overdrawn on all accounts but hope & they've missed (for the hundredth time) the express to the city of dreams & settled, sighing, for a desperate local; so who's to blame them if they swim through swimming pools of twelve- year-old scotch, or fall in love with widows (other than their wives) who suddenly can't ride in elevators? In that suburb of elms & crabgra** (to which the angel banished them) nothing is more real than last night's empties. So if they pack up, stuff their vitals in a two-suiter, & (with pa**ports bluer than their eyes) pose as barons in Kitzbuhel, or poets in Portofino, something in us sails off with them (dreaming of bacon-lettuce- and-tomato sandwiches). Oh, all the exiles of the twenties knew that America was discovered this way: desperate men, wearing nostalgia like a hangover, sailed out, sailed out in search of pa**ports, eyes, an ancient kingdom, beyond the absurd suburbs of the heart.