I was the rookie of the year I was the boy most likely to And though I still play every year I've never really made it I've 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 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 and bottoming out Your initial success you won't resolve 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?