I was a little too tall, coulda' used a few pounds
tight pants, points, hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
and points all her own sittin' 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
Working on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Practicin' our night moves
in the summertime
in the sweet, summertime, 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 back room, the alley, or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me but neither one cared
We were getting our share
practicing our night moves
tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
workin on our night moves
and ohhhhh
I wonder hey, we felt the lightening .
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 song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
We just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
with autumn closing in
night moves night moves (repete e diminui)