Rookie of the year

I was the rookie of the year
I was the boy most likely to
And though I still play every year
I never really made it

I never really made it
Where did I go wrong?
I never really made it
Other prospects came along

And the worst thing that I do
Is take comfort that
They won't make it too

What once seemed so attainable
Now seems out of reach
Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose, you can't lose.

I lost, I lost
Are my eyes and heart not good?
I never really made it
Though they said I would

And the worst thing that I do
Is take comfort when
You don't make it too

The statistics don't lie
The numbers speak for themselves
Your average is down
You're bottoming out

Your initial success was a rogue result outlier
There's gotta be something that's not in the numbers
There’s gotta be something that's more than the numbers
Doesn't there?
Doesn't there?