Slipping Through My Fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early mornin'
 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?
 Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
 But 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 all the time
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 Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early mornin'
 Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile