Night Moves

I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points hardly renown

She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes

And points all her own sitting way up high

Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy

Workin' on mysteries without any clues

Workin' on our night moves

Trying' to make some front page drive-in news

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love oh no far from it

We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Living by the sword

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods

I used her she used me, but neither one cared

We were getting our share

 

Workin' on our night moves

Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues

Workin' on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime

       

And oh the wonder

We felt the lightning

And we waited on the thunder

Waited on the thunder

I woke last night to the sound of thunder

How far off I sat and wondered

Started humming a tune from 1962

Ain't it funny how the night moves

When you just don't seem to have as much to lose

Strange how the night moves

With autumn closing in

Night moves

I remember

Oh I sure remember the night moves

Ain’t it funny how you remember

I remember I remember I remember I remember

Working

Working and practicing

Working and practicing on the night moves

I remember