Slipping Through My Fingers

Purse in her 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 the laughter of My 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 her 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 Melancholic 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 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. Slipping through my fingers all the time.