"Night Moves" lyrics

"Night Moves"

I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds
Tight pants, points, hardly renowned
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, mm
In the sweet summertime

(Ooh) We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
(Ooh, hoo, hoo) We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
(Ooh) We were just young and restless and bored
(Ooh, hoo, hoo) Living by the sword

(Ooh) And we'd steal away every chance we could
(Ooh, hoo, hoo) To the backroom, to the alley, or the trusty woods
(Ooh) I used her, she used me, but neither one cared
(Ooh, hoo, hoo) We were gettin' our share

Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues (Woo, hoo, hoo)
Workin' on our night moves
Mm, and it was summertime
Mm, sweet summertime, summertime

Oh, the wonder
Felt the lightning, yeah
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 closin' in

Mm, night moves, mm
(Night moves) Night moves
(Night moves) Yeah
(Night moves) Remember
(Night moves) Ah, sure remember the night moves
(Night moves) Ain't it funny how you remember?
(Night moves) Funny how you remember
(Night moves) I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember
(Night moves) Oh, oh, oh
(Night moves) We were working, working, and practicing
(Night moves) Working and practicing
(Night moves) Oh, for the night moves, night moves
(Night moves) Oh
(Night moves) I remember, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Night moves) I remember, ooh
(Night moves) I remember, Lord, I remember
(Night moves) Lord, I remember, huh, huh
Ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I remember, I remember


Thanks to Michael, Patrick for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Bob Seger
The lead single off of the album, it was chosen by the Rolling Stone magazine "Song Of The Year" in 1977.
Bob Seger got motivated to write this song after he'd watched the film "American Graffiti" (1973). He said later, "I came out of the theater thinking, 'Hey, I've got a story to tell, too! Nobody has ever told about how it was to grow up in my neck of the woods.'"
Bob Seger explained the meaning of this track on his website: "...the freedom and looseness I had during high school. That romance actually took place after high school, and it actually was about a real person. Her boyfriend was in the service, and when he came back she married him. My first broken heart."
Kris Kristofferson's song "Me and Bobby McGee" (1969) inspired Bob Seger for creating this tune.
Although the album cover gives credit to Bob Seger's Silver Bullet Band, the song was actually recorded in Toronto with different Canadian and American musicians.
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