Quickly, though, things start turning a little odd. The sky turns out to be fake, the outside turns out to be inside, and the house he's in turns out to be situated on the 50-yard line of a football field. It's like he's inside some tripped-out, country-backroads take on The Truman Show (or maybe a less menacing version of M. Night Shyamalan's The Village).

It gets weirder, too. As Urban sings "I don't need too much of nothing," he climbs onto a riding mower and begins cutting the grass of his football-field 'yard.' He then walks outside the stadium, passing through a tunnel out into rural setting where a black '70s-era Grand Prix awaits. Soon he's cruising a red-dirt road under an orange sky.