The old paper mill stinks up the beaches
As I walk along the ocean shore.
I`m just a plain man, thoughts full of creases,
Haven`t accomplished much, but I dream of more.
Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King.
The angels are descending to wrap me up in red velveteen.
I don`t control much of my home life,
I`m not an old man but I`m not young anymore.
Haven`t kept in contact with any of my good friends,
So I live with strangers and sleep on another man`s floor.
Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King.
The angels are descending to wrap me up in red velveteen.
As I pack my suitbag `cause soon I`ll be leaving,
Going back to the earth which is where I come from.
Withstood the heartache,
Kept on believing,
It ain`t winning or losing
Just the singing of the song.
Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King.
Mansions in heaven.
The old paper mill stinks up the beaches
As I walk along the ocean shore.