Once upon a time, not so long ago,

John worked the line, the factory flow,

But the plant shut down, the luck ran out,

It’s tough now, so tough now...

Mary serves the coffee, day and night,

Working for the money, keeping the fight,

For love, for love.

She says, "We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got,

It doesn’t matter if we win or not,

We’ve got each other, and that’s a lot,

For love, we’ll give it a shot!"

Whooah, we’re half way there,

Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!

Take my hand, we’ll make it – I swear,

Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!

John pawned his guitar, his pride and joy,

Now he holds on to the dreams they employ,

It’s tough now, so tough now...

Mary dreams of running away,

When she cries at night, John whispers:

"Baby, it’s gonna be okay someday."

She says, "We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got,

It doesn’t matter if we win or not,

We’ve got each other, and that’s a lot,

For love, we’ll give it a shot!"

Whooah, we’re half way there,

Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!

Take my hand, we’ll make it – I swear,

Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!

Hold on, ready or not,

You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got!

Whooah, we’re half way there,

Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!

Take my hand, we’ll make it – I swear,

Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!