Horses to Water Lyrics – Joji | from “Piss In The Wind”

Joji’s wading back into the heartbreak shallows with Piss In The Wind, his fourth album crashing shores February 6, 2026, via Palace Creek, and Horses to Water is that slow-drip closer—leading someone to clarity but watching them turn away, all ache and no absolution.

This cut, slotted as track 19 on the sprawling 21-song set, channels Joji’s signature alt-R&B haze: warped guitars that weep like rainy Tokyo nights, layered with his feather-light falsetto over sparse, echoing beats that build to a fragile swell. It’s lo-fi introspection laced with subtle trap undercurrents, co-written alongside Don Toliver in late-night LA sessions that bled vulnerability into every chord. Thematically, it’s a raw gut-check on unheeded wisdom—pouring your soul into a lover’s drought, only for them to sip elsewhere—mirroring the album’s wind-pissing ethos of futile gestures in love’s endless loop. Think fleeting connections that evaporate, regrets that linger like smoke; it’s Joji at his most unguarded, trading Smithereens’ polished melancholy for something dustier, more diary-scrawled.

Piss In The Wind unfurls as a 42-minute mosaic of modern malaise, kicking off with the glitchy “PIXELATED KISSES” (out since October) and weaving through gems like the soul-baring “If It Only Gets Better” (November drop) and “Past Won’t Leave My Bed” (with its stark video). The concept? A windswept shrug at chasing what slips away—digital flings, ghosted bonds, self-sabotage—stacked with heavy-hitters: GIVĒON on the tender “Piece of You,” 4batz haunting “Fade to Black,” Yeat’s rage on “Rose Colored,” and Toliver’s silk on “Fragments.” No rigid narrative, just Joji’s sonic therapy, recorded piecemeal across Tokyo haunts and Cali hideouts, ditching overproduction for raw, room-mic intimacy. Tracklist teases hit his Insta November 9 via a cryptic FNAC leak, sparking fan theories on that “Strange Home” ambiguity.

Joji—George Miller to the few who knew him pre-viral—hits this stride wiser at 35, post-Smithereens’ therapy tour catharsis and that surprise Coachella acoustic set blending tears with trap. The Filthy Frank ghost has fully faded; he’s the bedroom philosopher now, evolving from lo-fi confessions to orchestral heart-rips, with sold-out Ballads residencies still echoing and whispers of a docuseries on his pivot. It’s him owning the wind—futile, yeah, but beautifully blown.

Dive into the Horses to Water lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Piss In The Wind tracks for more of Joji’s windswept emotional drifts.