Well, I saw your face in a photograph

Cried so much, I nearly laughed

You never really had the chance

To question why did you live some to cry some and die?



Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune

Says what's right and wrong

Writes the song, calls the tune

Says what's right and wrong



Oh, I'd have caught your eyes, but my hands were tied

Was it truth? Was it lies?

Many words of truth are spoken in jest

Who would have guessed that, or trust that? What a mess!



Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune

Says what's right and wrong

Writes the song, calls the tune

Says what's right and wrong

Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune

Says what's right and wrong

Writes the song, calls the tune

Says what's right and wrong