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