the beach boys played over the radio as he raced down the street , his fingers tapping the beat on the steering wheel . some of that i blame on carrying the cello case , but i know that some of it 's me . you never know when one could be sitting right over a hill , where you ca n't see . in fact , it was me that was the reason he hurt . she leaned in close to me . she saw from her peripheral vision that he was done with holding up the wall . 