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 Till 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