In my fantasy I
have a brown bag full of thousands and hundreds
and a stolen Jaguar
and I drive alone into the wind

Nothing is more beautiful
than a girl on the road
Nothing is more beautiful than a freeway

In my fantasy I come
upon an Irish hitchhiker
He says his tour bus left him stranded by the road
And it
and Bono

Oh, nothing is more beautiful
than a boy by the road
Nothing is more beautiful to me
Passing all the cities by
and all we can leave behind
Nothing is more beautiful than a freeway

And we would cross the country singing

Nothing is more beautiful
than the night on the road
Nothing is more beautiful to see
Passing all the city lights
-leave the world so far behind us
Nothing is more beautiful than a freeway