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 loosing 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 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