In "Land," Emma Ogier drifts between sleepless hotel rooms and airports, missing a partner in Houston while wrestling with a touring life that already cost her a grandmother's funeral. The repeated image of dying at the airport, never able to land, captures the restless ache of choosing between love and the road. Even as she questions whether devotion can survive distance, the refrain that's my man hardens into quiet certainty. The song settles on longing that refuses to let go, holding a relationship together across every mile.
Land Lyrics by Emma Ogier
I’m not even tired, I shake in the sheets
Sleepless in Philly, lookin’ for peace
I’m too scared to wake them, I won’t even peek
The window was open, a tireless breeze
I’m missin’ my baby, I’m missin’ my wife
She’s somewhere in Houston gettin’ drunk tonight
My baby’s a good one, he’s holdin’ me right
That boy’s gettin’ used to bein’ someone
I wake up in a new house every single mornin’
Forget to put on makeup, seems unimportant
Now I’m dyin’ at the airport, never gonna land
I’m tryin’ not to miss him, but damn, that’s my man, and
I don’t wanna decide, could you do it for me?
All of my choices seem to throw things off
I wanna be right where you can’t ignore me
Struggling to shake things off
It feels so dangerous keepin’ him close
I aim to make a livin’ runnin’ coast to coast
I think of my grandma, we sit on her furniture
Reminds me she’s gone now
When I was out on the road, and I missed her funeral
I wish I would’ve known, heard she looked so beautiful
Now I’m dyin’ at the airport, never gonna land
I’m tryin’ not to miss him, but damn, that’s my man, that’s my man
I don’t wanna decide, could you do it for me?
All of my choices seem to throw things off
I wanna be right where you can’t ignore me
Struggling to shake things off
I’d try to explain it, but never get far
My mind is a maze, and I’m not drivin’ that car
Why’d I think he’d grow tired of holdin’ my hand?
That’s my man, that’s my man
That’s my man, that’s my man, that’s my man
I’m not even tired, I shake in the sheets
Sleepless in Philly, lookin’ for something
