Capo : 1st fret Intro: I was a little too tall, coulda' 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 backseat of my sixty Chevy workin on mysteries without any clues Working on our night moves Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news Practicin' our night moves......... ......in the summertime in the sweet, summertime, summertime We weren't in love, oh no, far from it We weren't searching for some pie-in-the-sky summit We were just young and restless and bored, living by the sword and we'd steal away every chance we could to the back room, the alley, or the trusty woods I used her, she used me but neither one cared We were getting our share practicing our night moves tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues workin on our night moves and ohhhhh............... I wonder hey, we felt the lightening . 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 We just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves with autumn closing in night moves..........night moves........(repete e diminui) ***************************** [email protected]