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