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 Pa**ing 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 Pa**ing all the city lights -leave the world so far behind us Nothing is more beautiful than a freeway