Austin

She left without leaving 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 you're calling 'bout the car I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I'm bowling
If you got something to sell
You're wasting your time, I'm not buying
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"

This time she left her number, but not another word
And she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
And this is what he heard

"If you're calling '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 you're talkin' to
Can't you tell? This is Austin, and I still love you
I still love you"