i was a little too tall could have used a few pounds

tight pants points hollerin out

she was black haired beauty with big dark eyes

points all her own settin way up high

way up firm and high



out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

out in the backseat of my sixty chevy

workin on mysteries without any clues

workin on the night moves

tryin to make some frontpage drivein news

workin on the night moves



in the summertime

mmm in the sweet summertime



we werent in love, oh no far from it

we werent out searchin for that pie in the sky summit

she was just young and restless and bored

livin by the sword

and we'd steal away every chance we could

to the backrooms, the allies, or the trusty woods

I used her she used me but neither on cared

we were gettin our share

workin on the nightmoves

tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues

workin on the nightmoves



mmm and it was summertime

mmm sweet summertime summertime



ohhh

wonderin

felt the lightnin yeah

and we waited on on the thunder

waited on the thunder



i woke last night to the sound of thunder

how far off i sat and wondered

started hummin a song from nineteen sixty two

aint it funny how the night moves

when just dont seem to have as much to lose

strange how the nightmoves

with autumn closin in



mmm

night moves

mmmm

night moves

yeah

i remember

oh sure remember the night moves

aint it funny how you remember

aint it funny how you remember

i remember i remember i remember i remember

oooohh ohh ohh

and we were workin

workin and practicin

workin and practicin all of the nigtmoves

nigtmoves

ooooh i remember

yeah yeahi remember

lord i remember lord i rememeber