(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

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 loosing 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 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…
 
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…