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 Loosin 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 And why I just don't know Slipping through my fingers... Sometimes I wish That I could freeze The picture And save it from The funny tricks of time Schoolbag in hand She leaves home In the early morning Waving goodbye With an absent-minded smile