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
Trying' 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 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 backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me
But neither one cared
We were getting our share

Workin' on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on out night moves
In the summertime
And oh the wonder
Felt the lightning
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 closing in

Bob Seger, man can he tell a story that speaks to me.

Hey, let me leave you with a joke

A drunk is showing off his new apartment to two of his friends one night.
The drunk led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of his friends asks.
"That's not a gong,It's a talking clock." the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? seriously?" asked his astonished friend.
"Yep," replied the drunk,"Watch"
The drunk picked up a hammer and gave the gong a shattering pound and stepped back.
The three stood back looking at each other for a moment,when all of a sudden a voice from the other side of the wall screams......
"You fucking idiot,its ten past three in the morning."

and a series

Maybe more later, but for now be safe and be successful in your love life

She stood there bright as the sun
On that California coast
He was a Midwestern boy on his own
She looked at him with those soft eyes
So innocent and blue
He knew right then he was too far from home
He was too far from home

She took his hand and she led him along that golden beach
They watched the waves tumble over the sand
They drove for miles and miles
Up those twisting turning roads
Higher and higher and higher they climbed