Asking

I ask you to listen to a story of two
The story I tell you, I swear that it's true.

It started out seven years ago,
A journey, a destination,
Who would have known?
I, the skeptic, and Mulder, the believer
On two separate paths
But working together to solve and uncover the math

The math of destruction, a conspiracy, and more;
Leading to a colonization of species that we don't adore.
But something happened
Who would have known?
I should have seen it coming for so long.

The brain activity, the abductions,
It was more than a coincidence.
"They" were picking up pieces of something I must have missed.
You ask who "they" are,
Are you sure you want to know?
It was them in the forest,
Not such a good place to go.
Bad stuff happens there, which I have come to know.

You see,
The past it haunts, again and again;
The case in Oregon should have been a clue
We should have left it well alone, we were told;
I wish I knew the truth that I know now
Not just random abductions, he knew;
That's why I didn't go,
I stayed back and let him go,
I lost him, he left, I uncovered it to late;
The activity in his brain, it was not a mistake.

A mistake that I made, it could cost him his life
I'll search for him always,
How could I do otherwise.

He'd do the same for me, in fact he has in the past;
Duane Barry and all, it happened so fast.
So fast and so slow
Time seems to go,
Ticking away minutes go by,
But it feels like decades waiting for this incredible guy.

My partner, my friend, the believer in all;
Now I feel what he felt, he sees what I saw.

I regret being the skeptic that I am, for if I had known,
I surely would have taken his place.
But, in any case
What's happened has happened
It's all in the past and I live with the guilt of losing him

At last, I come to a brick in the wall, and a dead end.
I have no where to turn to find this man,
I've searched and I've searched
Night and day; day and night
And in the end; I feel alone.

But what I've learned on my own, does not compare;
The injustice of the system is what I fear.
If they close The X-Files
I'll continue to search
But what I fear more, is not knowing.

Not knowing the truth.
Not having the science.
I'll try to believe, really I will;
But it's difficult you see, without the science.
Your trust alone, I could have believed, but no one else's word or deed.

So I sit here tonight
Alone on this bench
Waiting and searching
To uncover the myth.

The truth that you've told me all along,
I should have seen it and believed it;
Then I would have known what to do in this case
In this instance of such
But instead I am waiting for the touch.
A bit of a sign, a revelation, or such,
Something to help me uncover it now.
So that no longer I'll be alone,
Waiting for the sound

The sound of your voice,
The sight of the ship, or
The emotion of your touch

I'm waiting tonight,
Am I asking too much?