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