Beth watches him as he sings. She can't follow the words, but the melody moves smoothly in his voice, and after a moment, her eyes light up. It's an old song, but not an unfamiliar one. Coming up with it takes a little effort, but she remembers eventually. This feels slower than her wavery memories of some American guy in the 50s or 60s.

"You could have gone to music school," she tells him. Not in a disappointed kind of way--more like it could still be a possibility, if he wanted to. If Bob Dylan can have a career, anybody with talent can. Byerly doesn't have to live his life as a drunk (fake drunk, whatever). He's going to, but he doesn't have to. "I know that one. In English, though."