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