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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...
"Slipping Through My Fingers" by ABBA - From the Broadway play Mamma Mia! - A mother sings this song to her daughter while helping fix her hair on her wedding day.