Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck
It's tough
So tough
So tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for the man
She brings home her pay
For love
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, we'll make it i'll 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 tough
So tough
So tough
So tough
Gina dreams of running away
She cries in the night time, Tommy said
Baby, it's okay, someday
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, we'll make it i'll swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Woah, we're half way there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it i all swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer
