She left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear her mindHe figured she'd gone back to Austin'Cause she talked about it all the timeIt was almost a year before she called him upThree rings and an answering machine is what she gotIf your callin' 'bout the car I sold itIf 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 doAnd P.S. if this is Austin I still love youThe telephone fell to the counterShe heard but she couldn't believeWhat kind of man would hang on that longWhat kind of love that must beShe waited three days and then she tried againShe didn't know what she'd sayBut she heard three rings and thenIf it's Friday night I'm at the ball gameAnd first thing Saturday if it don't rainI'm headed out to the lake and I'll be gone all weekend longBut I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoonAnd P.S. if this is Austin I still love youWell this time she left her numberBut not another wordWhen she waited by the phone on Sunday eveningAnd this is what he heardIf your callin' 'bout my heart it's still yoursI should have listened to it a little moreThen it wouldn't have taken me so longTo know where I belongAnd by the way boy this is no machine your talkin' toCan't you tell this is Austin and I still love youI still love you
