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 suit bag '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.