Hazel O`Connor       Well, I saw your face in a photograph    I 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       Who, how   Who, how   Who writes the song?   Who writes the song?   Who writes the song?