Lyrics Running In The Family - Level 42

Running In The Family

Our dad would send us to our room
He’d be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day, he was solid as a rock
But by eight o’clock
We’d be crumbling
One night, my brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran, though we knew it couldn’t last
Running from the past
From things that we were born to be
Looking back, it’s so bizarre
It runs in the family
All the things we are
On the back seat of the car
With Joseph and Emily
We only see so far
And we all have our daddy’s eyes
Looking back, it’s so bizarre