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.