There's a 5-year-old in Carthage, MO Who couldn't stay up late for my show So the next morn he woke up real early And made his way outside in the cold Where he found a couple weary musicians Loading gear in a green Kia Soul He tried to pick up a box of band t-shirts But he couldn't cause the box was too full Look for the helpers There's a woman named Dorothy Johnson At Green Hills retirement home For four years she's been serving as the president The best one that they've ever known She never misses a resident's birthday Sends every visitor a thank-you note She'll take your hand and she'll ask you a question And remind you you're not alone Look for the helpers Look for the helpers He's at the checkout bagging your groceries She's at your bedside when you're sick as a dog You might not recognize them or remember their names Sometimes love looks like a thankless job So look for the helpers Look for the helpers Look for the helpers