("On My Own" from Les Miserables
music: Boublil & Schonberg, Lyrics: Kretzmer)

At last I'm home alone again
No work to do, no place I must be
Without concern, without Mulder,
without an X-file to torment me.
And since the case has ceased
Now I can finally have some peace.

When I go on a date or even
When I have a family celebration
I'm having fun and I feel happy
Like I'm on a nice vacation
My cell phone starts to ring
And I must drop everything.

On my phone
Pretending I can't hear him
Bored to tears, as he talks and talks til morning
Though I long to
I cannot hang up on him
And no matter where I am, the phone will ring
And he has found me.

Now and then his calls can be enlightening
Even so the truth gets kinda frightening
On occasion I feel like I am trapped here
And all I see is "Mulder it's me" forever and forever

And I know I share some of the blame
Since I answer my cell phone and talk to him
And although I know he's not insane
Still I say, this gets unreasonable

He calls me
But when the case gets going
I am ditched, I feel an urge to kill him
He tells me I have to do autopsies
I must complain; my breakfast was
A bagel and light cream cheese

We're partners
But I have long suspected
All my science, my theories aren't respected
I listen, I try to stay objective
But when he mentions goatsuckers
I lose the will to live!

He calls me
I call him
He calls me
I'm always on my phone...

Author: Bryn

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