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 kinda man would hang on that long What kinda 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 Then 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 shoulda 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 talking to Can't you tell this is Austin And I still love you. I still love you...