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 you´re callin´ ´bout the car I sold it If this is Tuesday night I´m bowling If you´ve got somethin´ to sell, you´re 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 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 evenin´ And this is what he heard
If you´re 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 you´re talkin´ to Can´t you tell, this is Austin, and I still love you