I woke up with a story
A story inside my head
I woke up with a story
A story inside my head
There were two unlikely troubadours
Sitting side by side on an empty floor
With battered 6-string beauties
In hand
Well, I've been around the block
The block a time or two
I've been around the block
The block a time or two
But never had I heard a song
That made me wanna stay asleep so long
And feel the darkness
Of such cryin' blues
And it can't be spoken
It can't be read
The things that Jack and José's fingers said
You'd think there were twelve people
Strummin' them strings
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
Well, I thought I saw smoke
Coming up, it seemed
I thought I saw smoke
Coming up, it seemed
As José moved like a hurricane
And Jack hammered on the sides and face
Of those poor guitars
While they sang
And it can't be spoken
It can't be read
The things that Jack and José's fingers said
You'd think there were twelve people
Strummin' them strings
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
And when I awoke
I couldn't even move
And when I awoke
I couldn't even move
For the music was too good, you see
For only an audience of me
I was paralyzed
In wishin' it were true
And it can't be spoken
It can't be read
The things that Jack and José's fingers said
You'd think there were twelve people
Strummin' them strings
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
It can't be spoken
It can't be read
The things that Jack and José's fingers said
You'd think there were twelve people
Strummin' them strings
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
It was a soul-igniting anomaly
It was a soul-igniting, harmonious anomaly