| I was a little too tall could have used a few pounds |
| tight pants points hardly renown |
| she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes |
| points of 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 backroom, to the alley, or the trusty 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 |