Broken heart, bloodshot stare   Signs of a fool who cared too much   Now she's gone and he can't remember how   To live without her touch   Hopin' to die but surely livin' to tell      When it comes to matters of the heart   There is nothing a fool won't get used to      After all the whisky and the wisdom   He could swallow, he thought   It was time to start lovin' again   So he found someone      Afraid his heart would follow the heat   He could hardly do more than pretend   Though she knew in her heart   That his love was alive      When it comes to matters of the heart   There is nothing a fool won't get used to      Now of all the things love teaches   All the ways that it opens our eyes   None more profound than the lesson he learned   The day she walked out of his life      Well when the road gets too narrow   It's then he remembers her smile   And he sees these words forming on her lips   Across a river of tears he once cried      When it comes to matters of the heart   There is nothing, you won't get used to      Ooh nothing a fool won't get used to   Hey baby