Once upon a time not so long ago
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 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 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.”
Livin’ on a prayer
We’ve gotta hold on ready or not
You live for the fight
when it’s all that you’ve got
