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
Whooah, we're half way there
Whooah, Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whooah, 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 okay, someday
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
Whooah, we're half way there
Whooah, Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whooah, Livin' on a prayer
Whooah, we're half way there
Whooah, Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whooah, Livin' on a prayer