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.
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 halfway there, woah oh, livin' on a prayer.
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Woah oh, livin' on a prayer.
Tommy's 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 O.K., some day.
We've got to hold on to what we've got.
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 halfway there, woah oh, livin' on a prayer.
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Woah oh, livin' on a prayer.
Livin' on a prayer.
Oooooooooh, we've got to hold on, ready or not.
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got.
Woooooo, we're halfway there
Woah oh, livin' on a prayer.
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Woah oh, livin' on a prayer.
