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 SoonI'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.