She's Not There (Live)

She's Not There
- Santana

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.

Ooh, nobody 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 looks,
the way she acted, the color of her hair.
Her voice was soft and cool,
Her eyes were clear and bright
but she's not there.

(Guitar Solo..................................................)

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 looks,
The way she acted, the color of her hair.
Her voice was soft and cool,
Her eyes were clear and bright but she's not there.

(Guitar Solo..................................................)