Miles from nowhere
Standing on the pacific ocean, miles from nowhere, as a milk carton from China, washes up at our feet.

Or as Cat Stevens would wail:
"Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright

I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yeah, the ones that I choose

Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end "