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
Let's give it a shot
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it
I swear, ooh, 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 so tough
Now 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
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot for love
Let's give it a shot
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand
We'll make it
I swear, ooh, livin on a prayer
Livin on a prayer
We've got to hold on to what we got
We live for the fight when it's all that you've go
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Ooh, livin' on a prayer
We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it
I swear, ooh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer