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.
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear - 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 . . . We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer