Schoolbag 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
And 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 knowin'
She keeps on growin'
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 old
melancholy feelin'
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 knowin'
She keeps on growin'
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Sometimes I wish that
I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny
tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the
early morning
Waving goodbye
with an absent-minded smile