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      'Cause when it comes to matters of the heart   There is nothing a fool won't get used to      After all the whiskey and wisdom he could swallow   He thought it was time to start loving again   So he found someone and prayed his heart would follow   But he could hardly do more than pretend   And though she knew in her heart that his love was a lie      When it comes to matters of the heart   There is nothing a fool won't get used to      Well, of all the things love teaches   Of all the ways it opens our eyes   No more profound than the lesson he learned   The day she walked out of his life      When the road gets most narrow   Well, it's then he remembers her smile   And he sees these words forming on her lips   Across a river of tears he once cried      'Cause when it comes to matters of the heart   There is nothing a fool won't get used to   No, there is nothing a fool won't get used to   Oh, there is nothing a fool won't get used to