Late Blooming Son - Wilco

I’ve heard it all before

I’ve seen it all, it’s been done

Look out now, who’s coming?

There goes your late blooming son

I’ll take my time just for fun

Make my way as it comes

Don’t freak out on me, Mama

Cries your late blooming son

Watch him now learn to crawl

Better catch him 'fore he runs

You just waved goodbye

There goes your late blooming son

Don’t freak out on me, Mama

There goes your late blooming son