i was a little too tall could have used a few pounds
tight pants points hollerin' out
she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
points on 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 our night moves
tryin to make some frontpage drive-in news
workin on the night moves

in the summertime
mmm in the sweet summertime

we weren't in love, oh no far from it
we weren't searchin for some pie-in-the-sky summit
we were just young and restless and bored
livin by the sword
and we'd steal away every chance we could
to the backrooms, and alleys, or the [bad word] woods
I used her, she used me, but neither one cared
we were gettin our share
workin on our night moves
tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues
workin on our night moves

mmm and it was summertime
mmm sweet summertime summertime

ohhh
wonderin
felt the lightning 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 humming 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 night moves
with autumn closing 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 night moves
night moves
ooooh i remember
yeah yeahi remember
lord i remember lord i rememeber