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Rust on My Halo
Many spiritual traditions hold that we are all born perfect and holy. I imagine that if we could just buy polish to take the tarnish off of those halos we would all be running down to Wal-Mart to stock up. Sometimes stepping out of one’s comfort zone requires stripping things down to the barest essentials. Here it is simply the power and sound of human bodies: voices, hands, feet, and hearts.
AM – vocals
Jon Carroll, Dana Connor, Jerry Bresee – chain gang ensemble vocals
AM, Michelle McKnight, Stephanie Thompson, Ian Reeder-Thompson, Britton Reeder-Thompson and Dustin DeLage – chain gang
Words & music A. McKnight, ©2003 Catalooch Music, BMI
Chorus
There is rust on my halo, there are stains on my soul
all the lessons I learn so slow, will someday make me whole
Verse 1
See that man, on the side of the road
shoulders bowed under heavy load
praying for change at the stop sign stand
cardboard letters and a soldier's hands
where did I learn not to believe, that he needs love like you and me
Chorus
Verse 2
see that girl, babies in her arms
who's gonna keep them safe from harm
mean streets full of guns and greed
how can she give them what they need
where did I learn not to believe, she needs respect like you and me
Chorus
Verse 3
I was born, to be a man
take my place in the master plan
the stack of things that I've done are good
is a whole lot shorter than the things I should
where did I learn not to believe, there's always hope for you and me
Chorus
