Schoolbag 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 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 those 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
♪
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile