Part of the mystery

Dear Mr. Clapton, I have learned of your loss. Tears in heaven, It's a beautiful song. I know your bleeding Won't cease with my words. They're just a cool drink To help you along. Through Saturdays...

Trace it to Sin or back to the Fall Some answers are lightning and smoke to the wall You hammer all night by sunrise there's nothing at all The rich get more rich and the poor just stay poor We're...