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 
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
God bless the last ones

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
God bless the last ones
God bless the last ones

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

God bless the last ones 
God bless the last ones
God bless the last ones
The last ones
God bless the last ones