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, 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, 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   The angels are descending   To wrap me up in red velveteen      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