Ethan Hodges - Slipping Through My Fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early mornin'Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smileI watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadnessAnd I have to sit down for a whileThe feeling that I'm losing her foreverAnd without really entering her worldI'm glad whenever I can share her laughterThat funny little girlSlipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mind?Each time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the timeSleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast tableBarely awake, I let precious time go byThen when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feelingAnd a sense of guilt I can't denyWhat happened to the wonderful adventuresThe places I had planned for us to go?Well, some of that we did but most we didn'tBut why? I just don't knowSlipping through my fingers all the timeI try to capture every minuteThe feeling in itSlipping through my fingers all the timeDo I really see what's in her mind?Each time I think I'm close to knowingShe keeps on growingSlipping through my fingers all the timeSometimes I wish that I could freeze the pictureAnd save it from the funny tricks of timeSlipping through my fingers all the timeSchoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early mornin'Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile