She left without leaving a number, said she needed to clear her mind.

Cause the last time you saw me I still burned in the back of your mind; you gave me roses and I left them there to die.

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.

So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night",

And I go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.

What kind of man would hang on that long, what kind of love that must be.

When your birthday passed and I didn't call. And I think about summer, all the beautiful times, I watched you laughing from the passenger side. Realized that I loved you in the fall.

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.”

Maybe this is wishful thinking, Probably mindless dreaming, If we loved again I swear I'd love you right... I'd go back in time and change it.