#1
theres a time and place for stories
of war and of romance
theres a time and place for music
melodies to make you dance
theres a time and place for poetry
for rhythm and for rhyme
theres a time and place for looking back
on memories, lost in time

im standing on the platform
in scarf and gloves and coat
and it smells of piss and cigarettes
and the mocking scent of hope
far away the songs of drunkards
drift, tuneless, on the air
and the stars above are dimming
like some long-forgotten flare

i'll settle down and take my seat
on the last train bound for nowhere
i'll fold my arms and bow my head
and think of days gone by
of plans unkept and lonely nights
and promises unfulfilled
and i'll stare out of the window
at the grey, still horde outside

the train slides from the station
with no destination set
bitter people sitting silently
homemade chains around their necks
and we'll drift from place to place unknown
filled with apathy and drink
not acknowledging one another
silent comrades, nonetheless
#3
I really loved this. I thought you told the story very well and set up the scene absolutely beautifully. This is a roughly flawless verse :

im standing on the platform
in scarf and gloves and coat
and it smells of piss and cigarettes
and the mocking scent of hope
far away the songs of drunkards
drift, tuneless, on the air
and the stars above are dimming
like some long-forgotten flare

I'm not sure if you are a fan of Salinger, but this reminded me of something he would have written and although the song did not reference Journey as I had hoped when I clicked the title, I was impressed nonetheless. But on the critical side, I am not overly in love with the last stanza. I think it is just a hard place to end the song with a change in structure and lack of rhyme. Possibly change "drink" to "duress" but I think that verb may be a bit too strong the song. Anyways, I don't want to get too caught up on one word when I adore the rest of this song. Great job and keep writing. If you aren't too busy I could use a crit on any of my songs. Preferably August Moon or Girl in the Tree, but whatever floats your boat.