i was a little too tall could have used a few pounds   tight pants points hardly reknown   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 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