Mansions In Heaven

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.