The Last Ones

My friend Taylor, she's an angel

Ten years old and beautiful

She's a living, breathing miracle

And she proves it everyday

'Cause the odds were stacked against her

From the day that she arrived here

And the doctors told her mom and Dad

That she'd always be that way

And I confess when I first met her

I was thinking life's not fair

But then she wrapped her arms around my neck

And it all became so clear

God bless the last ones

God bless the last ones

One day Taylor sent me a picture

From her Special Olympics race

And I could tell just by the looks of it

She was coming in last place

But she crossed that finish line

With a smile upon her face

As if to say

God bless the last ones

Well, God bless the last ones, yeah

Maybe the last ones are the lucky ones

The ones who got this whole thing figured out

'Cause when they go looking for something beautiful

Well, they start looking from the inside out

On our way into the restaurant

We passed a homeless man

He was half drunk and half asleep

With a paper cup in his hand

And I confess when I first saw him

I was thinking life's not fair

But then Taylor reached out

And wrapped her arms around his neck

And it all became so clear

God bless the last ones

God bless the last ones, yeah

So, God bless the last ones

God bless the last ones, yeah

Well, I wish we could all be the lucky ones

The ones who've got this whole thing figured out

So, maybe the next time we go looking for beautiful

We'll try looking from the inside out

So, God bless the last ones

God bless the last ones, yeah

God bless the last ones, last ones

God bless the last ones