Tommy used to work on the docks

Union's been on strike

He's down on his luck, it's tough,

So tough,

Gina works the diner all day

Working for her man, she brings home her pay for love

For love

She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got

'Cause it doesn't make a difference

If we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Oh, we're half way there

Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear

Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Tommy got his six string in hock

Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk so tough

It's tough,

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night

Tommy whispers: Baby it's okay,

Someday,

We've got to hold on to what we've got

'Cause it doesn't make a difference

If we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Oh, We're half way there

Whoah, livin' On A Prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear

Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer

We've got to hold on ready or not

You live for the fight when that's all that you've got

Oh, we're half way there

Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear

Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Oh, we're half way there

Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear

Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Oh, we're half way there

Whoah, livin' on a prayer