A broken arrow never holds the line Pain and sorrow always in his mind He's looking like a kamikaze pilot in love Rain on the city, falling like confetti at a funeral Preacher men they hold their own private dollar Flags on their chests One shot, one love, two holes in the wall One shot, one love, he's not trembling at all She did not even scream His old radio is playing that old song full of sorrow : Mr Orbison is waiting for his girlfriend to come back one day A broken arrow never holds the line Pain and sorrow always in his mind He's looking like a kamikaze pilot in love One shot, one love, two holes in the wall One shot, one love, he's not trembling at all She did not even scream