R.Sambora

The old man down on the corner
is downing in his pain
I can see the sorrow in his eyes
his tears, the leave a stain
The streets have left him broken
he's in the final phase
It's been a long hard road
from his glory days.
There's a tatoo of his sweetheart
fading on his arm
he talks of painful tragedy
how he lost his lucky charm
his memory is clouded
from the thunder in this vein
he's vanishing, vanishing gone
in the Harlem rain.
Harlem rain coming down
another shattered soul
in the lost and found
one more night
on the street of pain
getting washed away by the Harlem rain.
On desperation avenue
the devil takes his toll
where the pushers and the poverty
slowly claim your soul
when you reached the realization
that you just can't break the chain, no
you're vanishing, vanishing gone
in the Harlem rain.
Harlem rain coming down
another shattered soul
in the lost and found
one more night
on the street of pain
getting washed away by the Harlem rain (Harlem rain).
In your seach for tender mercy
no one seemed to care
the faith that used to be your crutch
is now your cross to bear
You last yourself so long ago
you don't know who to blame
you're vanishing, vanishing gone
vanishing, vanishing gone
vanishing, vanishing gone
in the Harlem rain.


DËRGO