Walking the street one night he recognizes nothing around him. Finding himself lost for the first time, he starts shaking, finds a seat to breathe in the surroundings and gather his whereabouts.
Thinking way out loud, he mutters: "I'll get by, I'll be fine... I'll get by, I'll be fine." Working out a way home when the irony surfaces, showing him what was missed. "I'll get by, I'll be fine... I'll get by and I'll be fine!" Working out way home when he (figures out the words to say hoping that it's not too late).
"Wait until I get home, before choosing ways to the unknown. Push aside the urge to fall, carry on instead, ain't no need to feel alone!". "Wait... Feel the ground... Touch it... Watch as it grows now."