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?