Someone leaves a small town for the lights of a big city, and keeps finding their way back.
We drew one view of that town: a white church on a hill, a water tower, smoke rising from the chimneys. The video returns to it at every chorus. The framing never moves; only the light does. Morning, golden hour, dusk, a midnight sky, and finally dawn.
In between are the places the song passes through: a flight above the clouds, a two-lane road home, a city of freeways and palms, a Friday night under the stadium lights. The big world changes. The small town stays the same.
