Slipping Through My Fingers
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morningWaving goodbye with an absent-minded smileI watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadnessAnd I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her foreverAnd without really entering her worldI'm glad whenever I can share her laughterThat funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mindEach time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast tableBarely awake, I let precious time go byThen when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feelingAnd a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventuresThe 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'tAnd why, I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mindEach time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the pictureAnd save it from the funny tricks of timeSlipping through my fingersSlipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morningWaving goodbye with an absent-minded smile