Austin

She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an answering machine is what she got If your callin' 'bout the car, I sold it If this is Tuesday night, I'm bowlin' If you've got somethin' to sell your wastin' your time, I'm not buyin' If it's anybody else wait for the tone you know what to do And P.S., if this is Austin, I still love you The telephone fell to the counter She heard but she couldn't believe What kind of man would hang on that long What kind of love that must be She waited three days and then she tried again She didn't know what she'd say But she heard three rings and then If it's Friday night, I'm at the ball game And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain I'm headed out to the lake and I'll be gone all weekend long But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon And P.S., if this is Austin, I still love you Well, this time she left her number But not another word Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening And this is what he heard If your callin' 'bout my heart, it's still yours I should've listened to it a little more Then it wouldn't have taken me so long To know where I belong And by the way, boy, this is no machine your talkin' to Can't you tell, this is Austin, and I still love you I still love you