Whooah, were half way there Livin on a prayer Take my hand and well make it - I swear Livin on a prayer Tommys got his six string in hock Now hes holding in what he used To make it talk - so tough, its tough Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday Weve got to hold on to what weve got cause it doesnt make a difference If we make it or not Weve got each other and thats a lot For love - well give it a shot