Interpret:

ABBA

Album:

Mamma Mia - musical

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?
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
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