Scoop bag 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 whileThe feeling that I'm losing her foreverWhile never really entering her worldI'm glad whenever I can share her laughterThat funny little girlSlipping through my fingers all the timeI try to catch her every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mindEach time I thinkI'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the timeSleep in our eyesHer and me at the breakfast tableBarely awakeI let precious time go byThen when she's gone there's that old melancholy feelingAnd a sense of guilt I can't denyWhat happened to our wonderful adventures?The places I had planned for us to goWell some of thatwe did, but most we didn'tAnd why, I just don't knowSlipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteGood feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mind?Each time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the timeSometimes I wish that I could phrase the picture And save it from the funny tricks of timeFlipping through my fingersSchool bag in hand,she leaves home in the early morningWaving goodbyewith an absent-minded smile