Artist: Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band Album: Individual Songs

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, 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 '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, ooh
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
And it was summertime
Sweet summertime, summertime

Oh, the wonder
We felt the lightning
Yeah, and we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke 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
Night moves - night moves
Night moves - yeah
Night moves - I remember
Night moves - I sure remember the night moves
Night moves - we were workin', workin' and practicin'
Night moves - workin' and practicin'
Night moves - oh, the night moves, night moves
Night moves - oh
Night moves - I remember, yeah, yeah, yeah
Night moves - I remember
Night moves - lord, I remember