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

Whoa! We're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer

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

Whoa! 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

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

Whoa! We're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer

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

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer

Whoa! We're half way there

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer

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

Whoa! Livin' on a prayer