Owen James - The call i didn’t answer

I still hear it ring sometimes, but I don't pick up.
I'm driving south of dusk, bugs on the glass,
Your name lit up, I let it pass.
Thought I'd call back at the next pull-off,
Just one more mile, and I never stopped.
You tried again, I flipped it face down, like it could wait,
Like time would wait.
Gas station buzz, I just drove by, said next one, man,