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 sadnessAnd 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