Slipping Through My Fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute 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 I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without ever 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 that I 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 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