Bitter Root Lake

Fell in love in ’83, your hair was long and blonde

Your daddy didn’t like me, he said I’d try to do you wrong

And though you barely knew me, we got the grand idea

You shook my hand and said, “Baby, you’ve got yourself a deal”

 

Diane, Diane

I tried to stay with our plan

Diane, Diane

I’m saying that I’m still your man

And I’m hoping you’ll wait

At the bottom of Bitter Root Lake

 

Said I’d steal a plane, dear, and fill the tank with gas

I knew the way to Mexico and you didn’t think to ask

The plan was damn near foolproof, just follow the birds in flight

Find some smooth still water and climb on down from the sky

 

Diane, Diane

I tried to stay with our plan

Diane, Diane

I’m saying that I’m still your man

And I’m hoping you’ll wait

At the bottom of Bitter Root Lake

 

Passing over Montana, we picked a place to land

The air became our foe, and you held onto my hand

And when we hit the water, I saw your face in fright

You were stuck and tangled, and I tried with all my might

Swam on down to shore and by myself I fled

I tried my best to save you but I knew you were dead

 

Diane, Diane

I tried to stay with our plan

Diane, Diane

I’m saying that I’m still your man

And I’m hoping you’ll wait

At the bottom of Bitter Root Lake

 

The local kids who found you said, “She don’t look quite right”

Thought that you were sleeping and the sun was shining high

You know they never found me, I’m on the wanted list

The guilt has nearly killed me and I don’t know how to live

Dreams of you still haunt me, I see you floating there

My love has never faded, I dream of your wet hair

 

Diane, Diane

I tried to stay with our plan

Diane, Diane

I’m saying that I’m still your man

Diane, Diane

I’m saying that I’m still your man

And I’m hoping you’ll wait

At the bottom of Bitter Root Lake