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 the 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

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