Austin

Austin
She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone back to Austin
Cos 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've 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 ballgame
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 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 talking to
Can't you tell, this is Austin, and I still love you
I still love you