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.      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 a fool won't get used to...