Scoop 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
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
While never 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 catch her 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 old melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to our 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
Good 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 phrase the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time
Flipping through my fingers
School bag in hand,
she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye
with an absent-minded smile