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 heart
Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose, you can't lose
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

And the worst thing that I do
Is take comfort when
You don't make it too
Your average is down and bottoming out
Your initial success you won't resolve
Outlier
Your average is down
You're bottoming out

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