Slipping Through My Fingers

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 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
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
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 time
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
Schoolbag in hand
she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye
with an absent-minded smile