On the outskirts of town, beyond the city lights, just past where the highway makes a bend... you can find me walkin' in the middle of the night; thinkin' of the words my daddy said, walkin' where the angels fear to tread. People said "he's crazy- musta lost his mind" -don't you listen to the stories that are told. Out there on that highway Daddy showed me where to find the crossroad where the men have sold their souls- in trade for music and a treasure of fool's gold. "Listen to me Davy, there ain't no highway sign. Listen now to what your daddy says... there ain't no map to buy, ain't no light up in the sky, don't you follow where the angels fear to tread." It's a measure of your mettle, a test of what you're worth... to try to pull some music from the darkness of the earth...