... 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 xx., 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?