Running In The Family - Level 42

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