Well I'm coming down
On a wing and a prayer
I'm losing my altitude
If Jesus can't get me a little bit higher
I can meet you on the moon

If there's life on mars
Heaven can't be far
The devils been a sipping
From the whiskey jar
Two step baby up the golden stairs
I'm coming down

I'm coming down, I'm coming down
On a wing and a prayer

Your coming up baby
I don't care
You've got a bad bad attitude
The devil's gonna steal just a little bit more
Til you've got nothing left to lose
In some darkened bar you steal my credit cards
You been a looking in the mirror
You been counting the scars
A bust in the basement police on the stairs
They bring you in on a wing and a prayer