Lyrics

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?