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 sorrow
And I have to settle for the briefest lately
Something I've noticed actually lately
Funny how I ever could have missed it at all
In my self-absorption, it seems I've been blinded
I can't recall the setting of his mind
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 moments go
Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't throw
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 didn't know, 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...