| 作词 : Hidalgo, Pérez | |
| Could have had a chance to get out of this wreck | |
| The time that you came and the day that you left | |
| Could have had a chance | |
| Could have had a chance | |
| Never thought | |
| I could make it this far | |
| With a dent in my soul and a hole in my heart | |
| Never thought | |
| I couldNever thought | |
| I could[Chorus:] | |
| But when the lights are turning 'round | |
| And wheels are rolling on the ground | |
| That day I'll burn this whole place down | |
| When the circus comes to town | |
| You left your name carved on a tree | |
| You scratched mine out right in front of me | |
| Didn't mean that much | |
| Didn't mean that much[Chorus] | |
| I'll scratch your name out on that tree | |
| I'll chase your heart right out of me | |
| Doesn't mean that much | |
| Doesn't mean that much[Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Hidalgo, Pe rez | |
| Could have had a chance to get out of this wreck | |
| The time that you came and the day that you left | |
| Could have had a chance | |
| Could have had a chance | |
| Never thought | |
| I could make it this far | |
| With a dent in my soul and a hole in my heart | |
| Never thought | |
| I couldNever thought | |
| I could Chorus: | |
| But when the lights are turning ' round | |
| And wheels are rolling on the ground | |
| That day I' ll burn this whole place down | |
| When the circus comes to town | |
| You left your name carved on a tree | |
| You scratched mine out right in front of me | |
| Didn' t mean that much | |
| Didn' t mean that much Chorus | |
| I' ll scratch your name out on that tree | |
| I' ll chase your heart right out of me | |
| Doesn' t mean that much | |
| Doesn' t mean that much Chorus |
| zuò cí : Hidalgo, Pé rez | |
| Could have had a chance to get out of this wreck | |
| The time that you came and the day that you left | |
| Could have had a chance | |
| Could have had a chance | |
| Never thought | |
| I could make it this far | |
| With a dent in my soul and a hole in my heart | |
| Never thought | |
| I couldNever thought | |
| I could Chorus: | |
| But when the lights are turning ' round | |
| And wheels are rolling on the ground | |
| That day I' ll burn this whole place down | |
| When the circus comes to town | |
| You left your name carved on a tree | |
| You scratched mine out right in front of me | |
| Didn' t mean that much | |
| Didn' t mean that much Chorus | |
| I' ll scratch your name out on that tree | |
| I' ll chase your heart right out of me | |
| Doesn' t mean that much | |
| Doesn' t mean that much Chorus |