Whoa, we’re halfway there
Take my hand, (my hand, my hand, my hand…)
Livin’ on a prayer!
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck, so 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
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 halfway there
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
(Livin’ on a prayer)
(Livin’ on a prayer)
Tommy's got his six-string in hock
Now he's holding in
What he used to make it talk so tough
Mmm, 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 got to 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 halfway there
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer!
Whoa, we’re halfway there
Take my hand, (my hand, my hand, my hand…)
Livin’ on a prayer!
Whoa, we're halfway there
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin’ on a prayer…
