Working for Ghosts

I'm just sitting here quarantined in my house Hiding out from the Covid-19 With my wife and child, 2 dogs, and all my things I've collected up across the decades Finally I have the time to look around And thumb through all the books, the games, the records, While I know I should check in at work, but truth be told, It's all just junk email and mass confusion Sometimes it feels like I'm only working for ghosts now Don't get to see any of their faces anymore now There is still some spirit lingering within me That says one day I'll get to meet those ghosts again So as I while away another afternoon Taking comfort in the fact I've filled in all the forms I'll make a toast to some better tomorrows When we can run in sun and fields again