[Intro: fingerpicked guitar, wooden flute] [Verse 1: Bubba, male] He waved from a truck on a two-lane bend, The other man drove on past again. By the next fence post he had built a case, Put a whole long story on a passing face. Maybe the fellow never saw that hand, There's a little less there than the thoughts had planned. [Chorus: duet] Free in truth, bound in thought, Tangled in a story that the moment never brought. Let me see what's here, let me hear what's said, Leave tomorrow's thunder out of this day's head. Lord, make room for what I haven't caught, Free in truth, bound in thought. [Verse 2: Darlene, female] A quiet reply on a busy phone, Doesn't tell the whole of what a heart has known. I can ask a question, I can wait a while, Let a worried story pass another mile. If there's something wrong, we can speak it plain, We don't have to build it out of guessed-at pain. [Chorus: duet] Free in truth, bound in thought, Tangled in a story that the moment never brought. Let me see what's here, let me hear what's said, Leave tomorrow's thunder out of this day's head. Lord, make room for what I haven't caught, Free in truth, bound in thought. [Instrumental: fiddle and flute, eight bars] [Bridge: quiet duet] I don't have to answer every fear, I can bring this little prayer right here. Give me honest words and listening ears, Help me meet the day that's truly here. [Final chorus: duet, lifted harmony] Free in truth, bound in thought, Tangled in a story that the moment never brought. Let me see what's here, let me hear what's said, Leave tomorrow's thunder out of this day's head. Lord, make room for what I haven't caught, Free in truth, bound in thought. [Outro] A waving hand, an open road, A little less that I have to hold. [Resolved Dadd9, natural acoustic ending]