Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye

Slipping through my fingers all the time Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she