To have someplace to go, even if it was just hell

I miss singing them. I miss the harmony. Some Sunday mornings, in the middle of secular superstitious rituals like reading The New York Times Magazine or watching that beserk Sam Donaldson on TV, I'll hum "I'll fly away" as I make coffee, remembering what it was like to have a Sunday morning purpose, remembering what it was like to have someplace to go, even if it was just hell.

Sarah Vowell - The End is Near, Nearer, Nearest, 31 (of Take The Cannoli)