Lyrics:

(Michael McDonald)Broken heart, bloodshot stare,Signs of a fool who cared too muchNow she's gone and he can't rememberHow to live without her touchHopin' to die but surely livin' to tell'cause when it comes to matters of the heartThere is nothing a fool won't get used toAfter all the whiskey and wisdom he could swallowHe thought it was time to start loving againSo he found someone and prayed his heart would followBut he could hardly do more than pretendAnd though she knew in her heart that his love was lieWhen it comes to matters of the heartThere is nothing a fool won't get used toWell, of all the things love teachesOf all the ways that it opens our eyesNo more profound than the lesson he learnedThe day she walked out of his lifeWhen the road gets most narrowIt's then he remembers her smileAnd he sees these words forming on her lipsAcross a river of tears he once cried'cause when it comes to matters of the heartThere is nothing a fool won't get used toNo there is nothing a fool won't get used to