Slipping Through My Fingers

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