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