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 its friday night. Im at the ball game. And first thing Saturday. If it don't rain. Im headed up 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 about 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've talking to. Can't you tell this is Austin. And I still love you