At the jukebox in the corner. She rolls in a quarter. Strolls back to the bar to to the tune of Lyin' Eyes. From his tiny so low table. Feelin' lonely, feelin' labels. He watches her and he dreams of a one night paradise.
Pretty soon his mind goes searchin' for the clever line to work in to an easy conversation and exchange of names. Tonight from Maine to 'frisco at Nashville bars or L.A. disco's all the grown up kids are a-playin' Night Games.
Chorus:
Talkin' and a-dancin'. Night Games. One night romancin' the names may change but the rules stay the same they're playin' Night Games. Lonely people playin' Night Games. Takes two players playin' the names may change but the rules stay the same they're playin' Night Games. (night games, night games)
The conversation is his to carry. She dodges and he parries. Time to get a little bit closer and they go to the floor. Doesn't matter that he's no dancer. She's the question, squeeze the answer. Pay their tab, grab their coats, and they're out the door.
And in the cold, grey morning after the thrill is gone and so's the laughter. Now an awkward conversation they fumble with their names. Neither one is satisfied yet but pretty soon they'll be back tryin' along with all the grown-up kids a-playin' Night Games.
Chorus:
Talkin' and a dancin'. Night Games. One night romancin' the names may change but the moves stay the same they're playin' Night Games. Lonely people playin' Night Games. Takes two players playin' the names may change but the rules stay the same they're playin' Night Games. (night games, night games) {repeat and fade}