Lyrics:

8 bar intro

I was a liitle 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 sittin' way up high
way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my sixty Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues

workin' on our Night Moves
tryin' to make some front page drive in news
workin' on our Night Moves - in the summer time
Ooh ….. in the sweet summer time

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
Living by the sword
And we'd steal away any chance we could
to the back room the alley or the trusty wood
I used her she used me - but neither one cared
We were getting' our share

Workin' on the Night Moves
Tryin' to lose those awkward teenage blues
Workin on our Night Moves - in the summertime

And oh the wonder, 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 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

Night Moves, Ooh, Lord I re-member,
Lord I re-member Night Moves
Night Moves, re-member Night Moves,
Ooh, Night Moves, Lord I re-member Night Moves