School 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 And without really entering the world I'm glad whenever I can share a laughter with 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 move 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 School bag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile