[Intro: instrumental, establish recurring hook] [Verse 1: Bubba, male] I was counting up tomorrow while the supper dishes dried, Had a hundred little questions sitting heavy at my side. Nothing in that kitchen needed fixing late that night, But my mind kept changing shadows into trouble in the light. So I opened up the window, felt the cool air on my face, Heard a night bird in the distance leave a little room for grace. [Chorus: male-female duet] When the worry lets go, I can hear the river, When the worry lets go, I can feel my breath. There's a mercy in this moment that tomorrow cannot give me yet, Lord, help me take the next step and let the other footsteps rest. When the worry lets go, there's room for hope to grow. [Instrumental turnaround] [Verse 2: Darlene, female lead] There are things that need my labor, there are calls I ought to make, There's a word I owe a neighbor, there's a promise I should keep. I can do the thing before me, I can give it honest care, I don't have to carry every mile before I get out there. Let the morning have its morning, let this evening have its peace, Let my hands unclench a little, let the needless talking cease. [Chorus: duet] When the worry lets go, I can hear the river, When the worry lets go, I can feel my breath. There's a mercy in this moment that tomorrow cannot give me yet, Lord, help me take the next step and let the other footsteps rest. When the worry lets go, there's room for hope to grow. [Instrumental solo: 16 bars, featured instruments trade phrases, leave space] [Bridge] [Darlene, female lead; organ only] I can bring You all the questions, I can sit without a plan. I can leave this door unlocked to love And do the good I can. [Bubba, quiet answer] One small step upon the ground, One more breath, a softer sound. [Final chorus: duet, full warm harmonies] When the worry lets go, I can hear the river, When the worry lets go, I can feel my breath. There's a mercy in this moment that tomorrow cannot give me yet, Lord, help me take the next step and let the other footsteps rest. When the worry lets go, there's room for hope to grow. [Outro: repeat final hook once, instrumental resolves naturally; no fade or cutoff]