Paige, Poses and Pics

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 I could freeze the picture

And save it from the tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers

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 old 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

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home

in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

Slipping through my fingers all the time.

-ABBA

I feel this way about all my children...

Where does the time go...?