Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
Hes 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

Oh, we're half way there
Whoah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, 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
'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

Oh, we're half way there
Whoah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, livin' on a prayer

Uh, we've got to hold on, ready or not
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got

Oh, we're half way there
Whoah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, livin' on a prayer

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