Night Moves piano leadsheet with chords

I was a little too tall,

coulda used a few pounds.

Tight pants, points, hardly renown.

She was a blackhaired 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 sixty Chevy,

workin' on myst'ries without any clues,

workin' on our night moves,

try'n' to make some front page,

drivein news.

Workin' on our night moves

in the summertime.

Mm,

in the sweet

summertime.

We weren't in love.

Oh, no, far from it.

We weren't searchin' for some pieinthesky summit.

We were just young and restless and bored,

living by the sword.

And we'd steal away ev'ry chance we could,

to the back room, 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

And, oh,

the wonder.

We felt the lightning.

Yeah, 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 nineteen sixtytwo.

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.

Night moves.

Night moves.