SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS

(Bbm)School bag in hand, she leaves (Am)home in the ear ly morn ing, wav ing good bye

with an (Am)ab sent mind ed smile.

(Bbm)I watch her go with a (Am)surge of that well known sad ness and I have to sit down for a (F)while.

The (C)feel ing that I’m los ing her for (F)ev er,

and (C)with out real ly en ter ing her (F)world.

I’m (C)glad when ev er I can share her (C)laugh ter, that fun ny lit tle (F)girl.

Slip ping though my (F)fing ers all the time I try to (Gm)cap ture ev ry min ute,

the feel ing in it, slip ping through my (F)fing ers all the time.

Do I real ly (F)see what’s in her mind?

Each time I (Gm)think I’m close to know ing

she keeps on grow ing.

Slip ping through my (F)fing ers all the time.

(Bbm)Sleep in our eyes, her and (Am)me at the break fast ta ble; bare ly a wake,

I let (Am)pre cious time go by.

(Bbm)Then when she’s gone there’s that (Am)old me lan cho ly feel ing and a sense of guilt I can’t de (F)ny.

What (C)hap pened to the won der ful ad (F)ven tures,

the (C)pla ces I had planned for us to (F)go?

Well, (C)some of that we did but most we (C)did n’t and why I just don’t (F)know.

Slip ping though my (F)fing ers all the time I try to (Gm)cap ture ev ry min ute,

the feel ing in it, slip ping through my (F)fing ers all the time.

Do I real ly (F)see what’s in her mind?

Each time I (Gm)think I’m close to know ing

she keeps on grow ing.

Slip ping through my (F)fing ers all the time.

(F)fing ers all the time.

Some (C)times I wish that I could freeze the (F)pic ture

and (C)save it from the fun ny tricks of (C)time, slip ping through my fing ers.

(Bbm)School bag in hand, she leaves (Am)home in the ear ly morn ing, wav ing good bye

with an (Am)ab sent mind ed smile.