The Women Before You
Rosa... you have my mother's hands. You never met her, but you have them. The way you hum when you cook — that's hers. The temper's mine, lo siento. Three generations of women, mija. You're the strongest one yet. [Verse] You stir the pot the way your abuela did Same wrist, same hum, though you never knew her, kid You got my temper and her steady eyes The women in this family don't apologize [Chorus] Rosa, you carry the women before (the women before) Tres generaciones, knocking at your door Stronger than me, softer than you let on (let on) You're not the end of the line — you're where we go on [Verse] I gave you my mother's ring last spring You wear it backwards — your own little thing You'll hand it down with a story I won't hear And she'll have your hands. We don't disappear [Chorus] Rosa, you carry the women before (the women before) Tres generaciones, knocking at your door Stronger than me, softer than you let on (let on) You're not the end of the line — you're where we go on [Bridge] (ay, Rosa) I used to think I had to make you like me Turns out my job was to set you free — to be more than I got to be [Final Chorus] Rosa, you carry the women before (the women before) Tres generaciones, knocking at your door Go be the one who gets to choose her life (choose her life) You're not the end of the line — you're where we go on [Outro] (ay, Rosa) Where we go on
