Matters Of The Heart

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