I was a little too tall
 Could've used a few pounds
 Tight pants points hardly reknown
 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 [bad word] 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 out night moves
 In the summertime
 And oh the wonder
 Felt the lightning
 And we waited on the thunder
 Waited on the thunder

 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
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
 Strange how the night moves
 With autumn closing in