Woah, we're half way there. Woah, livin' on a prayer! Take my hand, we'll make it I swear. Woah, 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."