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

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