Copiague seemed so big when I was little
It seemed to take so long to walk
The 3 blocks to the shore
I forgot about the sound of the Atlantic
As it gently stroked the sand
Copiague held the taste of salty breezes
The sound of the seagulls arguing
The blue jays in the pines
It’s name meant sheltered harbor
From an ancient Indian word now long forgot
My hometown Copiague
What makes a town your home? Is it your school, the house you lived in?
What makes it home for you- is it the place you sleep today?
Why is Copiague different now, why am I a stranger?
It’s cause the people who I loved back then have gone away
30 years had passed since graduation
The house I thought of as my home looked so wrong to me
Cause the color changed, the trees all gone
Trapped within a fence, it all looked small
Blink and you would miss the town of Copiague
Think it part of one long town
All melted, all the same
Only welcome signs to let you know when you’ve left one and gotten to another
What made it home when I was young? What makes it look so tiny?
That was my elementary school- when did it get so small?
The junior high, the senior high, marina and the beach
Now it's all tiny, now everybody’s gone and it’s just-Copiague
When did it get so small? What makes a town a home?
A home is where you love, and where you’re loved
My father died; my mother moved, there’s nobody left there
My husband, children, grandchildren all of them are here-
Everybody that I love is near to me now
And this is my home now-
But not in Copiague.