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

Tryin' 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 searchin' for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin' by the sword

And we 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

And it was summertime



And oh the wonder

We 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

Writer : SMALL, MICHAEL / FRANKS, MICHAEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.