(Michael McDonald) 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 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 that 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 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
