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 '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
Ohh 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
We've got to hold on ready or not You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Ohh 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