School bag in hand
She leaves home
in the early morning
Waving goodbye
with an absent minded smile
I watch her go with a surge
of that well known sadness
Then I have to sit down
for a while
The feeling that I'm losing
her forever
And without really entering
her world
I'm glad whenever I can
share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Do I really see what's
in her mind
Each time I think
I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Sleep in our eyes her and me
at the breakfast table
Barely awake I let
precious time go by
Then when she's gone
There's that odd
melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt
I can't deny
What happened to the
wonderful adventures
The places I had planned
for us to go
Well some of that we did
But most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Do I really see what's
in her mind
Each time I think
I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers
all the tim
Sometimes I wish that
I could freeze the picture
And save it from the
funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
School bag in hand
She leaves home
in the early morning
Waving goodbye
with an absent minded smile