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
Woh, we're half way there
Woh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Woh, 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 ok, someday
Chorus
