Night Moves

artist: bob seger 1976

written & recorded by: bob seager

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'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

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
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