She's Not There - Santana, Buddy Miles

Finn:

Well no one told me about her, the way she lied

Well no one told me about her, how many people cried

But it’s too late to say you’re sorry

How would I know, why should I care?

Please don’t bother tryin' to find her

She’s not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked

The way she’d act and the color of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool

Her eyes were clear and bright

But she’s not there

Well no one told me about her, what could I do?

Well no one told me about her, though they all knew

But it’s too late to say you’re sorry

How would I know, why should I care?

Please don’t bother tryin' to find her

She’s not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked

The way she’d act and the color of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool

Her eyes were clear and bright

But she’s not there

But it’s too late to say you’re sorry

How would I know, why should I care?

Please don’t bother tryin' to find her

She’s not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked

The way she’d act and the color of her hair

Her voice was soft and cool

Her eyes were clear and bright

But she’s not there