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
Sweet Summer, summer, 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