Night Moves

Someone recently asked for "Night Moves" by Bob Seger. I'm just

now getting around to posting it.

All comments are welcome

Terry

tjpalek@ingr.com

Night Moves

Bob Seger

 

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........(repeat and fade)