Livin´ On a Prayer

Tommy used to work on the docks Union's been on strike He's 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 gotta 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" Whoa, we're half way there Whoa, livin' on a prayer Take my hand and we'll make it I swear Whoa, livin' on a prayer Tommy's got his string in hock Now he's holding what He used to make it talk It's tough, it's tough Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night Tommy whispers "Baby, it's okay, someday" She says, "We've gotta 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" Whoa, we're half way there Whoa, livin' on a prayer Take my hand and we'll make it I swear Whoa, livin' on a prayer Whoa, we're half way there Whoa, livin' on a prayer Take my hand, and we'll make it I swear Whoa, livin' on a prayer Hold on