ABBA - Slipping Through My Fingers

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
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

Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile