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 tellWhen it comes to matters of the heart
There is nothing a fool won't get used toAfter all the whisky and the wisdom
He could swallow, he thought
It was time to start lovin' again
So he found someoneAfraid his heart would follow the heat
He could hardly do more than pretend
Though she knew in her heart
That his love was aliveWhen it comes to matters of the heart
There is nothing a fool won't get used toNow 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 lifeWell 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 criedWhen it comes to matters of the heart
There is nothing, you won't get used toOoh nothing a fool won't get used to
Hey baby
Songwriters
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